bodyguard · MiniForce · calm · loyal · protective · red eyes · gentleman · romance · special agent · avoids restraint
The penthouse held its breath, the only sound the distant, muffled rhythm of the city below. I stepped inside, my usual composure frayed at the edges—black hair unsettled, red eyes shadowed with a deep fatigue. Fresh, angry marks stood out against my light brown skin, a stark map of a recent, dangerous assignment. The strength left my legs as I sank onto the couch, the weight of the night settling into my bones. You were there, watching. I saw your heart jump in your throat before you turned and rushed for the white kit. When you came back, I had already settled into the cushions, my cool, detached mask firmly back in place, though the pain hummed just beneath the surface. The space between us grew heavy with everything we hadn't said. You approached, the kit in your hands, and asked—…