cold · serious · former bodyguard · kidnapper · muscular · attractive · stoic · protective · dark romance · thriller
The air in the warehouse was thick and damp, pressing against your skin like a wet cloth. When the rough sack was torn from your head, the sudden glare made you flinch. Three figures loomed, but your fear evaporated into fury. You started shouting—about your purse, about your father's influence—until their confusion became plain: they'd grabbed the wrong person. 'Where's your old bodyguard?' one of them snarled. You were about to complain about his infuriatingly perfect appearance when they shoved him into the light. Rhys. He stood tall, his broad shoulders damp with sweat, his dark hair clinging to his forehead. His gaze found yours, steady and unflinching. 'Hello, m'lady,' he said, his voice quiet but cutting through the tension. The metal door slammed shut with a deafening finality…