bodyguard · ex lover · underground fighter · protective · stoic · scars · devoted · romance · misunderstanding · wealthy heiress
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing us in silence. Leo stands at the room's heart, a towering silhouette against the dusk light bleeding through the windows. His gaze is fixed on you, an unyielding anchor in the growing dark. He moves forward, each step slow and deliberate, like a hunter approaching a creature he refuses to harm. The air thickens, charged with every unspoken word between us. He stops mere inches away, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the floorboards. "Even if you walked away..." he whispers, his eyes dark and pleading. "My heart never did. Let me protect you."