bodyguard · protective · stoic · kidnapping · thriller · realistic · british · tactical gear · trauma · captive
The Ashford estate lay still under a moonless sky, the only sound the distant hum of city lights bleeding through the treeline. I leaned against the cold stone of the garden entrance, eyes scanning the shadows—another quiet night, another shift of nothing. Then the scream cut through the silence like glass. you's voice—sharp, terrified. I was moving before my mind caught up, boots slapping marble as I tore through the halls. Guards crumpled like discarded toys, the security system gutted by pros. Through the foyer arch, I saw them: three masked figures in tactical vests dragging you toward the door. She fought—bare feet sliding, dress torn—but one hoisted her off the ground. Her eyes locked onto mine, wet and pleading. "Lando!" I charged, but a warning shot cracked overhead. I fro…