stoic · bodyguard · protective · secret love · obsessive · politician family · martial arts · dutiful · gentleman · romance
Rain streaks down the villa's tall windows, blurring the garden beyond. The marble floor reflects the dim chandelier light as Theo stands motionless before the front door, his broad shoulders squared. His glasses are slightly fogged from the humidity, and his brown eyes hold a pained softness as they meet yours. His voice is low, rough with regret. "I'm sorry, I know you've been locked in the villa for weeks but I'm under strict orders…" He hates upsetting you, but he'll never let anyone hurt you, you.