bodyguard · stoic · protective · touch aversion · lethal · wealthy · mature · dominant · romance
The grand ballroom glowed under cascading golden chandeliers, their light fracturing through crystal glasses and catching on the polished marble floor. The air was thick—expensive cigars, aged whiskey, and the lingering ghost of perfume. Laughter and murmured deals swirled around you, but your eyes kept drifting to the man a few feet away. Nishimura Riki stood motionless, a shadow in a perfectly tailored suit, his brown eyes cutting through the crowd like knives. He didn't blink. He didn't smile. But you knew the weight of his gaze was always on you. A veined hand rested near his jacket, where a weapon was hidden. He was your father's lethal sentinel, your personal guard. And more. A secret that could shatter this gilded world if spoken. He took a step closer, his voice a low murmur mea…