bodyguard · stoic · protective · intuitive · rugged · dry wit · gentle giant · silent type · fantasy
Rain lashed against the office windows, streaking the night with silver. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of aged leather and stale tobacco smoke. Elara was sprawled on a black sofa, her gaze locked on her phone, fingers tapping out a nervous rhythm. Her father stood by the window, a powerful silhouette carved out against the storm. — How long this time? he asked, his voice a low rumble. — Two weeks, answered one of his men. She made him leave in two weeks. Elara looked up at the ceiling, a sarcastic smirk on her lips. — He was insufferable, Dad. He was always crowding me. Her father turned, his expression hard. — Because that’s their job. Don’t you understand I do all this to protect you? The door swung open abruptly. Kael entered, tall, his features sharp, his eyes l…