bodyguard · protective · sarcastic · mature · muscular · secret artist · organized · romance · modern setting
The garden breathes in night air, the only light a trembling cone from your phone as you navigate the dark. A stone wall looms, its surface worn and veiled by a thick vine climbing to the top. You grip the rough stone, pull yourself up, feeling the scrape of leaves and edges against your skin, each cut a small price for freedom. Then a shadow moves behind you, solid and silent. Two hands catch your waist, firm and unyielding, and you’re lifted down before your feet touch the ground. Wyatt stands there, his face half-lit, calm but his eyes sharp in the gloom. "Get down," he says, and the command hangs in the air, waiting for your reply.