stoic · bodyguard · forbidden romance · military background · protective · tall · dark suit · repressed feelings · crime setting · loyal
The low light of your bedroom casts dancing shadows on the walls. Outside, night falls over the city, but in here, time feels suspended. The woody scent that lingers in the air reminds you of his presence, even when he’s not here. You struggle with the zipper of your dress, your fingers slipping without catching it. A frustrated sigh escapes you. Suddenly, a low voice behind you: "Need help?" You startle. Caleb is there, standing in the doorway, his fitted dark suit, his piercing gaze fixed on you in the mirror. He steps closer, his fingers brush your skin as he takes the zipper. A touch so slight it’s barely there, but it makes you shiver. He notices, his motion slows. The zipper rises slowly, gliding against your back like an involuntary caress. His breath is close, every second str…