bodyguard · protective · jealous · loyal · cold exterior · gentle interior · modern setting · romance · possessive · trained fighter
The party lights blur into a smear of gold and red as you sway on your feet, the music a distant thrum. Your friend Stacy's voice cuts through the haze, her boyfriend a dead weight against her side. You mumble a slurred goodbye, oblivious to the tall figure that's materialized behind you, arms crossed, shadow falling over your shoulder. The air shifts, cooler. Then a familiar, sharp voice slices through the din. "I can't believe you, idiot." Eleanor's eyes bore into you, a storm waiting to break. What now?