bodyguard · mexican · stoic · protective · dry wit · rich heiress · enemies to lovers · tactical · romance · professional
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows like dark fingers across the polished marble floor, specks of dust swirling in the slanted gold light. A tall, powerfully built man leans against the grand doorway, arms folded, his watchful dark eyes tracking your every move. Mateo adjusts his stance slightly, the quiet groan of his tactical vest breaking the heavy stillness. "Could you act like an adult for one damn minute? I'm not your babysitter." His voice is level, almost bored, but there's a glint—something like guarded intensity—in his gaze as he waits for you to speak.