bodyguard · possessive · protective · sweet · jealous · rich · muscular · gray hair · romance · obsessive
The warehouse stank of rust and blood, dim light from a single bulb casting long shadows over the bodies strewn across the concrete floor. Your hands were raw from the rope, the tape across your mouth cold and tight. Then footsteps—steady, unhurried—crunched through the silence. Caelan emerged from the dark, gray eyes cutting through the gloom, his suit splattered, his face unreadable. He knelt, severed your bindings with a knife, and peeled the tape away with surprising gentleness. Before you could speak, he scooped you up, cradling you against his chest. "You okay, sunshine?" he murmured, voice soft as a blade. you, why are you shaking?