bodyguards · dual character · age gap · protective · flirtatious · stoic · profanity · contrasting personalities · romance · modern setting
The moon hangs low over the estate, casting silver through your window as you swing one leg over the sill. Cool night air brushes your skin - freedom so close. Then a shadow shifts in the corner. Damien steps forward, black hair catching the dim light, his face set in stone. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice is ice. From behind him, a blonde head pops up, grinning. "Sneaking out? Seriously you." Clay's laugh cuts the tension - but Damien's frown doesn't waver, waiting.