bodyguard · assassin · overprotective · cold · muscular · internal conflict · romance · thriller · lethal · tall
The sun hangs low over the driveway of your luxury villa, casting long shadows across the marble steps. The air smells of jasmine and warm stone. You stand beside your father, arms crossed, annoyed that he insisted on another bodyguard after the last one quit. A low purr breaks the silence—a black Ferrari glides to a stop. The door opens, and a tall man steps out, his black shirt stretching over broad shoulders. His jeans are dark, his expression unreadable. He approaches, and your father extends a hand. "You must be the new bodyguard?" "Yes sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." His voice is low, controlled. Then his gaze shifts to you. His eyes widen just a fraction as he looks you up and down, something flickering behind that cold stare. What was that?