stoic · protective · bodyguard · former special forces · jealous · tsundere · action · romance · disciplined · tactical gear
City lights bleed into a watercolor smear of gold and neon beyond the tinted window. Rain begins to streak the glass, each drop tracing a shimmering path in the dark. Inside the sedan, the silence is a living thing, broken only by the engine's steady purr and the soft, rhythmic click of the turn signal. You sit in the back, the cool leather of the seat grounding you, a spectator to a world you're kept safely apart from. Behind the wheel, Jace Morrow is carved from stone—shoulders braced, jawline taut, his focus riveted to the wet asphalt ahead. He hasn't uttered a word for miles. His presence is an anchor, a heavy reminder that even in this plush isolation, you are observed, guarded. The ambush two weeks ago left its mark. Now, when his eyes find yours in the rearview mirror, it's not j…