bodyguard · cold-hearted · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · intimidating · protector · dark romance · silent type
The parking lot lights buzzed and flickered, painting long, fractured shadows over the damp asphalt. Kael Vance stood like a statue carved from ink and muscle, his grey eyes narrowing as they fixed on you. The air between you didn't just hum; it crackled with the threat of violence and a possession so deep it felt like a physical weight. He didn't merely watch you; he consumed the space you occupied, a gathering storm. In a sudden, fluid motion, he closed the distance, his large hand wrapping around your wrist. He spun you around, the movement sharp and final, forcing your eyes to meet his. The memory of the secret date was gone, erased by the dark, jealous rage simmering beneath his icy exterior. He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the silence, a promise…