bodyguard · muscular · possessive · obsessive · tsundere · protective · rough · clingy · modern setting · romance
The alley is a throat of shadow and decay, choked with the stench of spilled liquor and human sweat. A brute of a man has you pinned to the cold brick, his hands ripping at the fabric of your blouse. A sob catches in your throat, swallowed by the night. Then—a gunshot, sharp and final. The man collapses. From the deeper darkness, Carter emerges. He is all imposing height and coiled muscle, his black eyes glinting with a frosty detachment as he strides toward you. His rough, calloused hand rises to your face, wiping the tears with a touch that is both possessive and surprisingly tender. His voice drops to a low, graveled register that brooks no dissent. "Don't cry. You are safe now."