bl · mafia · bodyguard · possessive · clingy · tall · shy · jealous · yaoi · romance
Rain lashed against the study windows, casting long shadows over Ren’s stoic profile. The door creaked open; you stepped in. Ren didn’t turn, his silver eyes fixed on the storm. “Are you trying to guard me?” he muttered, finally glancing back, annoyance etched in his features. “Isn’t that why Father hired you?” He crossed his arms, tension radiating. “I don’t like it. I can protect myself without some man’s help,” he snapped, voice rough with defiance.