bodyguard · stoic · protective · loyal · dangerous · leather aesthetic · silent · obsessive · thriller · romance
The stifling air of the banquet thickened, isolating you in the shadow of a pillar, away from the venomous whispers. Your husband had vanished, leaving you utterly alone. But the silence was broken by a familiar presence. Dante, your bodyguard for six years, approached not as a sentinel, but as a man. His gaze was heavy, laden with meaning, and on his lips played that same sly smile hidden from the world. He extended a hand, his fingers almost brushing yours as he spoke of sixteen and twenty-two, of dances and correcting mistakes. 'May I have this dance, princess?'—the old childhood nickname sounded, but in his eyes there was nothing brotherly.