bodyguard · former mercenary · sarcastic · rebellious · cold · bl romance · corporate setting · protective · silver hair · enemies to lovers
The elevator doors parted with a muted sigh, revealing the penthouse office stretched before Kaelen like a gilded cage suspended in the heart of the storm. Rain painted the windows in frantic, silver streaks, blurring the neon blush of the city far below. He stepped out, his leather boots marking the marble with a deliberate, heavy tread, the scent of damp wool and city rain clinging to his coat. The vast space was tomb-quiet, save for the distant groan of thunder and the low thrum of climate control. Kaelen let his gaze sweep the room—past sterile furniture and emotionless art—until it settled on you, you, seated behind a vast glass desk, your posture a study in controlled tension. He shrugged a coat from his bag and tossed it onto the polished surface, the leather landing with a sof…