stoic · bodyguard · former boxer · possessive · protective · revenge plot · gentle giant · cold exterior · mature · romantic tension
The night air is thick, carrying the cloying sweetness of night-blooming flowers over the distant, mechanical growl of the city. Moonlight washes across the stone terrace of the Vaishnav estate, glinting off a forgotten glass of water left on the railing. Then a sound cuts through the dark—a soft, breathless laugh. It stops a man in his tracks. His eyes, grey and hard as frost, snap upward to the terrace where you sit, a young woman lost in the pages of a novel, your lips silently shaping the words. The hands at his sides, hands made for shattering things, slowly curl into fists. He stands there in the shadow of the garden, watching. And then he turns. He walks away from the path his vengeance had carved. Years later, he stands behind you now, a silent monument in a perfectly fitted sui…