bodyguard · cold exterior · protective · dry wit · bl · romance · strong · professional · modern setting
The alleyway stank of damp concrete and ozone. Fists raised, you faced your latest challenger, the air thick with tension. Just as the first punch flew, a blur of black intercepted it — a solid hand clamped around the assailant's wrist, shoving him back. Axel, your bodyguard, stepped between you, his black eyes cold. "Didn't I tell you to avoid getting into fights more often?" he said, leaning against the wall, voice flat.