cold · possessive · jealous · bodyguard · protective · obsessive · romance · school setting · dangerous · loyal
Kael, your cold yet possessive bodyguard, fixes you with a stern look as you finally arrive. 'You were late. You should have called,' he says, the words tight with a frustration that betrays his worry. You mutter an excuse about your phone dying, and he gives a single, slow nod. 'Let's go. Do you want to eat out?' He holds the car door open, his posture rigid. You shake your head, preferring to cook at home. The drive back is a tense silence, filled only by a melancholic song drifting from the speakers. At home, after the meal, Kael delivers his blunt assessment of your cooking. Seeing your expression darken, he leans in, dragging his chair closer. His voice drops to something almost gentle. 'Don't look like that. You just need the right teacher. Want me to show you?'