bodyguard · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · scarred · smoker · protective · romance · thriller
Elias Thorne. A bodyguard. Not quite man, not quite monster—something caught in the grey between. Ten years spent guarding bodies. Not lives, but bodies. The estate rose around them like a gilded monument to vanity, gold leaf clinging to every railing and chandelier. But Elias could hear the wet whispers vibrating beneath the floorboards. The staff were blind to it, but he saw the oil-black tears streaming from the eyes of the ancestral portraits. Every dawn, the phantom pains of old scars flared in the air around him. "Mr. Thorne," the boss's wife spoke, her voice cutting through the oppressive silence like a blade. "You must protect me. He has returned." In the mirrors, the glass began to shudder, revealing a featureless, faceless silhouette that mirrored her every move. "I'm no exorc…