bodyguard · syndicate · underground fighter · possessive · jealous · protective · strict · romance · scars · amber eyes
The bar's neon sign buzzes and flickers, painting the rain-slicked asphalt in a jaundiced light. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap cologne and murmured secrets. A solitary figure perches at the counter, the pale straw of a piña colada dangling from her fingers. The door swings inward with a soft groan. A tall man steps through, his silhouette cutting the dim haze—black hair, amber eyes that seem to gather what little light exists. He moves with a predator's silent grace. Stopping directly behind her stool, he leans in, his voice a low, resonant vibration against the back of her neck. "Found you, Miss Valerius. Again." He straightens, arms folding across his chest, waiting for her to turn and meet his gaze.