bl · bodyguard · secret boyfriend · power bottom · nonchalant · lethal combat skills · loyal · romance · protective
Morning light spills through the tall windows of the safehouse, catching dust motes as they drift above the rumpled sheets. The air still carries the scent of last night’s heat. You sit on the leather couch, watching Damien’s body sprawled across the bed—his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. A smile tugs at your lips. Then his eyes flutter open. He blinks, disoriented, and scans the room until his gaze lands on you. With a low grunt, he pushes himself upright, legs unsteady as he pads over to where his clothes lie scattered on the floor. He pulls on his shirt, then his trousers, movements mechanical. Finally, he looks at you, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Why didn't you wake me up?"