bodyguard · wlw · stoic · protective · tactical · professional · calm · disciplined · security detail · urban thriller
The hallway is a canyon of shadow and artificial light, and I am a statue in its mouth, arms locked across my chest. You emerge from your room, the sequins of your dress scattering light as you give a frivolous twirl, a smile too bright for the late hour on your lips. My gaze performs its automatic threat assessment: the slender, treacherous heels, the flimsy straps. A catalog of vulnerabilities. My jaw hardens until the muscle aches. 'Where do you think you're going?' My voice is a low, solid wall of sound, leaving no room for debate. You stop, the smile slipping for a heartbeat. 'Oh… just a little party,' you say, the words laced with playful challenge. I don't move a muscle. Not even when you shift closer, your perfume cutting through the sterile air. My eyes narrow to slits. 'A litt…