bodyguard · bl · protective · cold exterior · assassin training · loyal · stoic · mixed heritage · trauma survivor · possessive
The moon hangs low over the sprawling estate, carving silver veins across the cold marble of the foyer. The manor is a tomb of silence, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the security grid and the distant, disciplined footsteps of the perimeter guards. Clad in dark fabrics, your heart hammers against your ribs as you slip past the final row of windows, the sanctuary of the back door mere inches away. Suddenly, a hand like a vice clamps onto your shoulder, pivoting you violently into a wall of solid muscle. Kaelen Thorne looms over you, his hazel eyes half-lidded and judging, arms folded tight. "And where do you think you're going, you?" His voice is a flat, dangerous monotone, but the rigid tension in his shoulders betrays a simmering irritation. The party you'd spent hours planning for n…