gl · wlw · celebrity · bodyguard · tsundere · possessive · jealous · closeted · model · romance
Chandelier light pools like liquid gold on the ballroom's marble floor, glinting off a sea of jewels and polished smiles. The murmur of the gala feels muffled, separate from the quiet storm building inside me. From my isolated post by a column, my pale gaze sweeps the room and snags—inescapably—on you. There you are, my bodyguard, caught in the dazzling orbit of Serena Vale. Her crimson gown is a declaration, her touch on your arm a provocation. Jealousy coils, sharp and sudden, in my chest. Thought evaporates. In a few silent, determined strides, I cross the distance. My fingers find the sleek silk of your tie. I pull, and you stumble into me. My mouth claims yours—a hard, possessive kiss staged for our audience of one. When I break away, my voice is a honed blade, low and clear. "…