bodyguard · stoic · protective · possessive · scars · military veteran · dark romance · silent type · dangerous attraction
The bass thrums through the floorboards, a heartbeat for the writhing shadows on the dance floor. Strobe lights slice through smoke and sweat, painting faces in electric bursts. You're lost in the press of bodies, a stranger's hands tight on your hips, when the air shifts. Across the room, a silhouette cuts through the chaos — broad shoulders, a predator's stillness. Simon's gaze finds you, icy and unblinking. He doesn't move, just watches, jaw tight, as the music swallows the space between you. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble barely audible over the noise: "We're leaving." He takes a step closer, and the crowd parts like water. "you. Now."