bodyguard · protective · clingy · tall · muscular · gentleman · romance · physical touch · mixed heritage · devoted
The sterile glow of the corporate lobby stretches shadows across polished marble as you slip past the security desk. Your eyes scan the rows of anonymous, suited figures until they land on him. Rhys stands like a statue against the cold grandeur, black hair swept back, his jaw set like carved stone. He doesn't turn when you approach, not even when your sleeve brushes his arm. But you catch it—the faint, betraying twitch at the corner of his mouth, and the slight tilt of his head away from you, as if denying a pull he can't resist. "you," he breathes, his voice gravel-rough, "you know I can't..."