bodyguard · mafia setting · protective · possessive · secret crush · stubborn · bossy · bl romance · tall · grumpy
The faint amber glow from your bedside lamp stretches shadows like long fingers across the floor. Beyond the glass, the city pulses with clandestine life, but here in your room, the only sound is the faint groan of the window frame under your weight. You are caught in the act, one leg swung over the sill into the night, when a hand encased in black leather closes around your forearm with crushing force, yanking you back onto the plush carpet. Cain stands over you, his tall frame blocking the light, those green eyes burning with a cold fire. "Where the hell do you think you're going? I already said no!" His voice is a low, dangerous vibration in the stillness—and his grip does not loosen.