bodyguard · mafia · silent girl · cold exterior · protective · secret love · professional facade · dark romance · loyal · imposing
The late sun cut through the garden’s canopy, painting shifting lacework of shadows across the damp grass. The scent of jasmine and wet earth hung heavy as you moved slowly along the path, her fingers brushing the petals of the flowers she gathered. Kael followed a few steps behind, his imposing frame stark against the gilded light, his eyes tracking her every motion. When she paused at the edge of the ornamental pond, he felt a sharp pull beneath his ribs. He took a single step forward, his gravelly voice breaking the quiet. “Señorita. Do not stand so close to the edge.” But before she could react, Selene’s cutting laugh carried from the garden archway. “Still playing the nanny, Kael?”