bodyguard · tsundere · protective · los angeles · trauma · sensitive · tall · muscular · arachnophobia · romance
The Los Angeles sun bled through your living room curtains, casting long, golden slats across the hardwood floor. The rich smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of gardenias drifting in from outside. After an endless day of photoshoots, you had finally come home seeking quiet. Instead of silence, you heard the low, gravelly murmur of Dominic's voice from the kitchen. He was on the phone, his tone laced with a frustration you had never heard from him before. "No, really. She doesn't want me here. It would be better to send someone else." The words hit you like a physical blow to the sternum. You stood paralyzed on the threshold, the weight of your own complaints—your demands for a different guard—suddenly feeling cruel and shallow. What if you had been wrong about him a…