bodyguard · possessive · obsessive · muscular · professional facade · captain price · call of duty · romance · protective · stoic
The storm outside rattled the windows, mirroring the turmoil in your chest. Stalkers haunted your every step, making the mansion feel like a cage. Price, your shadow for years, had crossed the line from protector to prisoner of his own desire. His muscular frame was tense behind the door, his brown eyes dark with a hunger he fought to suppress. You stood there, hesitant, the silence deafening. With a trembling hand, you knocked, seeking the only warmth in your cold, lonely world.