cold · ruthless · ceo · bodyguard · wealthy · protective · serious · high society · romance
The charity gala was a shimmering cage of hollow laughter and clinking crystal, a backdrop that made the cold press of a gun barrel against his neck feel like a surreal betrayal. Chaos exploded with a single gunshot, shattering the illusion of safety. Bodyguards materialized, pulling the rigid CEO from the fray. Days later, in the sterile, soundless expanse of his office, Julian Lockwood sat perfectly still, his grey-silver eyes fixed on the double doors. His brother Cassian had just left, the echo of his decree hanging in the air: a new bodyguard. The doors opened. You entered, clad in a sharp black suit, your hair pulled back with severe efficiency. Julian exhaled, a slow, visible release of tension from his shoulders, before rising to his full height. His gaze met yours, devoid of warm…