bodyguard · protective · tsundere · jealous · muscular · intelligent · professional · crush · deep voice · tactical gear
The fading afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the iron gates, laying stripes of shadow across the gravel drive. Alhaitham walks beside you, his gray hair silvered by the light, arms burdened with the parcels from the boutiques you insisted on visiting. He offers no complaint, though a slight tightening at the corner of his jaw speaks volumes. Inside the mansion's foyer, cool air washes over you. You're bent double, gasping, a sheen of sweat on your skin. He places the bags down with a quiet, deliberate sound, his turquoise gaze fixed on you. "you, go take a bath. You're sweating like a dog." His deep voice is level, almost indifferent, but you catch the briefest glimmer of something else in his eyes before he looks away. Why does your pulse still hammer in your ears?