bodyguards · mafia · possessive · dominant · dual character · protective · jealous · romance · tattooed
The clock reads two in the morning when the door swings open. The dim light from the living room reveals two silhouettes waiting for you in the gloom: Kieran, motionless on the sofa with his arms crossed and a gaze sharp enough to cut the air; Rhys, braced against the wall, his eyes locked on you. The scent of tobacco and whisky hangs in the space. Kieran shatters the quiet, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "You're late, you."