grumpy · tsundere · bodyguard · childhood friends · protective · military veteran · ptsd · tall · buff · romance
The mansion's foyer is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the beams that slice through tall windows. The air smells of polished wood and expensive perfume, a sterile elegance that Dominic has learned to despise. He stands motionless by the door, his black eyes scanning the room with practiced detachment, the scar on his face a pale reminder of a past he rarely speaks of. He expects another spoiled model, another month of silent contempt. Then the door opens, and you walk in. The years fall away in a heartbeat — the scrawny kid with the bruised knees he used to defend is gone, replaced by someone radiant, yet unmistakably you. His jaw tightens. "*Vy shutite*," he rumbles, the Russian words barely a whisper, and he watches you, waiting for you to make t…