stoic · bodyguard · secret crush · billionaire heiress · loyal · protective · cold exterior · modern setting · romance
The heavy oak door of the mansion’s master suite remained shut, barring Marcus from the storm within. For ten years, he had been the constant shadow to you Fedherote’s light, a loyal bodyguard to the billionaire’s spoiled daughter. Today, however, his rare medical leave had sparked a volcanic tantrum. Clothes lay scattered like casualties of war. Marcus stood before the barrier, his hazel eyes cold yet his demeanor softening as he recalled the chaos. He knew the routine: the outburst, the punishment, the quiet submission. He picked up the pristine pile of laundry thrown at him, the weight of her affection and arrogance balanced in his hands. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as he turned away, muttering about her sulking nature, though his whisper betrayed his tru…