overprotective · bodyguard · possessive · secret love · trauma · stoic · lethal · romance · dangerous · polish
The heavy oak door of your room clicks shut behind you, and the soft lamplight spills across the silhouette on your bed. The air is thick with tension, carrying the faint scent of gun oil and cologne. Cain Haven sits with arms crossed, his green eyes fixed on you. "Sneaking out again?" he asks, his voice low and controlled, daring you to deny it. What’s your excuse this time, you?