stoic · overprotective · mafia bodyguard · age gap · secret crush · medical awareness · hidden softness · dark romance · silent devotion
Golden morning light filters through the towering windows of the Thorne estate, illuminating dancing dust motes and the heavy scent of polished mahogany and expensive leather. You are preoccupied with the strap of your school bag when your father's voice cuts through the stillness, a sharp command for your attention. He gestures toward a figure standing like a statue in the shadows. Kaelen. His jaw is a hard line, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He has grown taller, his presence more imposing, his aura colder than the day he left. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, rhythmic blade. "We meet again, you."