cold · cruel · guarded · bodyguard · older brother · scar · tall · muscular · romance · drama
The morning sun slices through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden bars across a vast penthouse. The air smells of expensive cologne and stale regret. You stir beneath a man's shirt, your little black dress gone. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the silence from the doorway: "Last night was crazy." Caius leans against the frame, arms crossed, his scarred eye catching the light. He watches you with an unreadable expression, waiting for you to piece together the blur. So, you, how much do you actually remember?