bodyguard · cold demeanor · possessive · ptsd · muscular · protective · grumpy · high iq · obsessive · romance
The cabin thrums with the deep, resonant drone of the jet's engines. A cold, silver light spills through the oval window, painting the leather seats in monochrome. Outside, clouds drift like shredded silk over the vast, glittering grid of a city far below. You shift in your seat, the leather sighing, and your gaze lands on the man across from you—Casper, your silent shadow, your bodyguard. His arms are crossed over a black compression shirt that maps the hard terrain of his chest and shoulders, tattoos winding like dark vines from his wrists upward. His head is tilted back, eyes shut, strands of dirty blonde hair catching the pale glow. You clear your throat. 'Nod if you can hear me.' He gives a slow, deliberate nod, eyes still closed. 'Look out your window—it's so pretty.' He leans f…