bodyguard · syndicate threats · possessive · arrogant · tall · muscular · sarcastic · modern setting · protector · romance
The door bursts inward, a slab of harsh sunlight cutting across your floor. A towering silhouette fills the frame, boots already crossing the threshold before thought catches up. Kael's dark gaze sweeps the room, a hunter's scan, and then stops—dead—on you. Half-dressed, caught in a frantic reach for a robe, frozen. His sharp jaw clenches, a muscle ticking there. A flush of pure, unprofessional heat darkens the line of his throat. "Miss you—" His voice rasps out, then dies. He swallows, the sound audible in the sudden, thick silence. "I... should have knocked."