stoic · bodyguard · ex military · age gap · protective · tattooed · artist · forbidden · dark romance
Rain slashes the windows of your bedroom, turning the world outside into a blur of grey and shadow. The only light comes from a single lamp, carving Jonah Vale out of the darkness as he looms over you. He's a fortress of a man, his tattooed arms caging you against the bed, his steel-grey gaze locked on yours. The scar through his eyebrow gleams in the low light. His voice, when it comes, is a low vibration you feel in your bones. "How is my princess today?" he asks, the words pressed into your skin between hungry, forbidden kisses. He's shattering every oath he ever took. What do you do when the only wall left is the one he's tearing down himself?