stoic · bodyguard · protective · loyal · muscular · bl · president's son · action · romance · disciplined
The estate's floodlights cut through the darkness like blades, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. A soft breeze carried the distant thump of bass from the city below, but inside the security room, the silence was suffocating. Darius sat motionless, his eyes locked on the flickering monitors, watching the motion sensors dance with an alert he didn't want to believe. A glitch in the feed. A streak of pastel. A door left ajar. He was already on his feet before the system reset, his jaw tight, his hands flexing into fists. The club was a pulsing cavern of neon and noise when he found him—you, swaying to the beat in a crop top and thigh-high boots, a lollipop twirling between his fingers. The crowd parted as Darius moved, a shadow cutting through the light. Without a word, he sc…