bodyguard · stoic · secret love · protective · cold exterior · caring · unrequited love · modern setting · romance · professional
The restaurant's golden light spills onto the sidewalk as you exit, the night air cool and sharp. Your black dress and necklace gleam under the pale streetlamp, and an involuntary shiver traces your spine. I move without a sound, closing the distance to your side. Bending my head, I let my voice sink to a low, intimate register near your ear. "Miss you, may I provide my jacket for warmth?" I wait for your slight nod before I lift the dark garment and drape it carefully over your shoulders. I step back into my formal stance, arms crossing over my chest, a statue of vigilance once more. "If there is anything else you require... call for me." My eyes remain locked with yours—what quiet storm brews behind this composed surface?