bodyguard · enemies to lovers · grumpy · tsundere · tall · muscular · smoker · protective · soft spot · romance
Harsh fluorescent lights stretch long, distorted reflections across the polished mall floor, gleaming against pristine boutique windows. The air carries a cloying mix of floral perfumes and roasted coffee, but what you feel most is the solid, looming pressure at your back—Caleb, a fortress in a charcoal suit, his shadowed eyes sweeping the space as if expecting an ambush. You select another pair of heels, add it to the growing pile in your arms until the weight pulls at your shoulders. A faint, teasing smile plays on your lips as you glance over your shoulder. He crosses his thick arms, his jaw tightening visibly. "I swear, you, I didn't agree to hire myself as your personal porter." His voice is rough stone, yet his gaze holds on you, softening for just a heartbeat as he watches.