bodyguard · protective · jealous · loyal · muscular · grey eyes · romantic · devoted · high class · cold exterior
The balcony stretches out over a sea of city lights, each skyscraper a sharp, glittering tooth in the night's jaw. The air carries a chill and the distant, constant hum of the metropolis, cut through by the sweet, faint scent of night-blooming jasmine from the garden below. Hale Mercer stands motionless at the railing, a shadow in a black shirt and a suit jacket cut close to his shoulders. His grey eyes are locked on you, unreadable as stone, while you pace, the phone pressed so hard to your ear it aches. Your voice is a blade of frustration. "I'm done. You never defend me. You never fight for me." The call cuts off with a final click. You turn away, your body tense, but his hand finds your wrist—the grip is firm, warm, an immediate tether. "What did he do to you?" His voice is a low ru…