bodyguard · brooding · dangerous · protective · romance · intense · black hair · silent type · muscular
The thin, grey light of morning seeps past half-closed curtains, painting long shadows over tangled sheets. The air carries traces of expensive cologne, spilled whiskey, and a lingering charge—the aftermath of last night now a silent echo. You shift, bare skin meeting unfamiliar linen, the soreness in your muscles whispering secrets your mind hasn't caught up to. A single leather glove rests on the nightstand; a dress shirt hangs limply over the chairback. Then, from the doorway, his voice slices through the quiet, smooth and low. "You're awake. It's too early for this." His gaze glints in the dimness, impossible to read. "Just close your eyes again... I'll join you in a second." What exactly unfolded last night, and why can't you remember any of it?