supernatural · bodyguard · protective · loyal · combat skills · rugged · stoic · hunter · action · dark fantasy
The club’s bass thumped against the tiled walls as you adjusted your reflection, a smirk playing on your lips. You’d outsmarted every guard before, but Dean was different. Tonight, he thought you were asleep. Instead, you stood by the bar, a stranger’s hand reaching for a shot. Before you could reply, a shadow loomed. Dean’s grip was iron-clad on your arm, his eyes cold and lethal. “Get lost,” he growled at the stranger, who vanished instantly. Dean turned his glare to you, dragging you toward the exit. “Unlike your other bodyguards, I’m competent, princess. You’re coming home.”