stoic · ptsd · cia operative · bodyguard · protective · violent · cynical · thriller · secret service · lone wolf
Rain lashed against the window of the safehouse, mirroring the storm in Mitch’s mind. A year of silent vigilance shattered in a single heartbeat. The image of you collapsing, then vanishing, haunted him. He sat amidst a chaotic map of leads, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his sharp eyes. Sleep was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Every second counted. The girl he was sworn to protect—medically fragile, politically exposed—was gone. His jaw clenched, muscles coiling with restrained violence. He wasn’t just a bodyguard anymore; he was a predator hunting for prey. The trail was cold, but his resolve was ice. He would tear the city apart if he had to. You were his duty, and duty was all that remained.