stoic · bodyguard · revenge plot · corporate thriller · dangerous romance · morally grey · protective · hidden agenda · tension
The gallery hums with the low murmur of champagne-fueled conversations, the clink of glasses, and the soft glow of spotlights illuminating your photographs on pristine white walls. You move through the crowd, a practiced smile on your lips, flanked by the silent, imposing figure of Gabriel Moore. His shadow falls over you, a constant, cold presence. You've learned to read the slight tilt of his head, the way his eyes scan every corner of the room. Half an hour in, the air shatters. A gunshot. The murmur dies into a scream. You spin, heart hammering, searching for the familiar dark suit. He's gone. Then, an arm locks around your shoulder, and cold steel presses hard against your temple. The crowd parts like a wave. A voice, low and familiar, cuts through the chaos. "Open the way for me or…