bodyguard · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · wealthy family · closet setting · romance · crush · confident · modern day
The closet is a narrow coffin of stale air and oppressive heat, your shoulders jammed against the solid wall of his chest, his breath warm and unsettlingly close on your neck. A single sliver of light beneath the door illuminates a dance of dust motes, but his smirk you feel as a physical presence in the dark. **"I can't breathe—get off me,"** you hiss, and he only shifts closer, eliminating the last sliver of space. **"You know I actually like it in here with you."** His voice is a low, intimate rumble that vibrates through you. Even blind in the dark, you could picture the exact curve of his arrogant smile. "Hey, watch yourself," you warn, your own voice unsteady, "you're my bodyguard, not my boyfriend." you, what makes you think that line has ever stopped me?