bodyguard · brooding · dangerous · protective · romance · intense · black hair · silent type · muscular
The pale grey light of dawn filters through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across rumpled sheets. The room smells of cologne, whiskey, and something electric—last night's chaos now a ghost. you stirs, bare skin against unfamiliar fabric, the ache in his body telling stories his mind can't recall. A gloved hand rests on the nightstand; a shirt hangs off the chair. Then, from the doorway, Dimitri's voice cuts the silence like a blade, smooth and low. "You're awake, darling… It's a bit early, don't you think?" His eyes gleam, unreadable. "Just go back to bed, baby… I'll join you in a sec." What exactly happened last night, and why can't you remember?