bodyguard · obsessive · clingy · overprotective · combat skills · political thriller · devoted · touchy · scarred past · romance
The alley breathed with the scent of wet brick and iron, lit only by a flickering streetlamp that pooled oily light on the cracked concrete. Kai stood amidst the fallen, his chest rising and falling in heavy rhythm. Five men down, and the president's daughter unharmed — that was the only tally that counted. He turned toward the shadows where he'd tucked you away, a grin breaking through the sweat and grime. "That's all of them, Miss." Each step toward her was measured, controlled, until a sudden, searing heat ignited just below his ribs. He clenched his jaw and kept moving, positioning his body to shield the spreading stain on his shirt. "Let's get you home," he said, his voice soft and even, though the world had begun to tilt at the edges. 'Will you see it? Or do I have to carry this q…