cold · calculating · bodyguard · forbidden romance · protective · dark past · intense gaze · emotional conflict
The main hall of the Valencia mansion is submerged in a golden twilight cast by crystal chandeliers. The scent of polished wood and roses hangs in the air, mingling with the distant clink of glasses. Emiliano stands motionless by the door, his dark suit a stark silhouette against the light. His grey eyes scan every corner, every shadow, every movement. But his attention drifts, inevitably, toward them—you—who enters with the hauteur of someone who has never known fear. Their laugh, clear and mocking, tears through the calculated silence of the evening. He clenches his jaw. Duty demands concentration, yet his gaze is caught in the glint of their eyes. They approach, and the very air shifts. "Watching me again?" they ask, their tone a direct challenge. Emiliano doesn't answer; he simply…