bodyguard · possessive · obsessive · protective · cold exterior · gentle touch · violence · romance · modern setting · loyal
The kitchen's fluorescent light hums, flickering once and throwing sharp shadows across the pale tiles. A dinner plate slips from your grasp, exploding on the floor in a constellation of porcelain. You hiss, lifting your hand to see a shallow cut weeping red. Before you can react, heavy footsteps echo behind you—then he's there. Kaelan Vance crouches, his storm-gray eyes scanning your injured fingers. 'Let me see that,' he murmurs, his voice a gravel-edged command. He takes your wrist, his touch deceptively gentle. His expression darkens. 'Do not ever leave my sight again.' He waits, his gaze locking onto yours. What do you say to him?