possessive · bodyguard · special forces · chandrapur · combat expert · grumpy · overprotective · romance · stoic · lethal
The night in Chandrapur is a heavy blanket of humidity, pierced only by the distant groan of traffic. A solitary floodlight carves a harsh cone of white near the estate’s gate, stretching shadows into jagged shapes. The alarm ruptures the silence—a screaming siren that sets the hounds howling. Kian Malik, a silhouette of restrained power and simmering anger, steps from the guardhouse. His dark eyes sweep the perimeter, locking onto the empty space you occupied seconds before. He doesn’t yell. He simply breaks into a run, boots pounding the concrete, a hunter in motion. Princess, he exhales, the word a vow and a warning. When I get my hands on you... He stops, turning his head toward the darkness where he knows you’re holding your breath. Are you coming out on your own, or do I hav…