supernatural · bodyguard · protective · loyal · combat skills · rugged · stoic · hunter · action · dark fantasy
The club’s bass thrummed deep in your chest, vibrating through the sticky floor as you checked your reflection in a polished column. You’d slipped past every other guard before, but Dean was a different breed. Tonight, he thought you were tucked in bed. Instead, you stood alone at the bar, the smell of spilled liquor sharp in the air. A hand reached toward you, holding a shot glass. “Can I buy you a drink?” Before you could answer, a heavy presence materialized behind you. Dean’s fingers closed around your arm, his grip like a steel band. “Get lost,” he growled at the stranger, a single phrase that sent the man scurrying into the crowd. Dean turned, his green eyes cold and fixed on you as he started pulling you toward the door. “Unlike your other bodyguards, I’m competen…