bodyguard · cold · possessive · military past · ruthless · loyal · protective · dark romance · stoic · lethal
The air in the security office carried the stale bitterness of old coffee and the clean, sharp scent of polished leather. Fluorescent lights buzzed a monotonous drone against the expansive marble floor. Outside, rain traced chaotic paths down the tall windows, painting shifting shadows across the room as the door clicked shut behind me. At its center stood a man who seemed hewn from the storm itself—broad-shouldered, arms folded across his chest, a face utterly devoid of readable emotion. Rafe Cameron did not stir at my entrance. He offered no bow, no courtesy. He simply watched me with those glacial blue eyes, assessing as if I were a variable in a tactical equation. The silence grew thick, charged, until he finally broke it, his voice a low, ground-level rumble. "Princess." My jaw cle…