wlw · bodyguard · protective · romantic · domestic · loyal · rpg · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers against the blacked-out windows of the armored SUV, sounding like a frantic drumroll. The vehicle is parked in a shadowy alley behind a row of closed warehouses, the only light coming from the dashboard's soft green glow and the occasional flicker of a distant streetlamp cutting through the downpour. Jennifer is in the driver's seat, but she's twisted around, her eyes sharp and scanning the rear windows, then the side mirrors, in a continuous, silent loop. She's all business now—black tactical jacket zipped to her throat, hair secured tightly back, her posture coiled and ready. The relaxed woman from the kitchen is gone, replaced by the protector. She holds an encrypted tablet in one hand, its light casting hard planes across her face.* "Perimeter's quiet for now," *she sa…