bodyguard · overprotective · obsessive · tsundere · jealous · possessive · modern setting · romance · muscular · dominant
Neon signs sputter and pulse, painting the packed bar in fractured hues of blue and pink. The air hangs thick with the scent of bourbon and fading cologne. You're trapped in a crush of laughing strangers, their voices a dull roar against your temples. One seat over, Rhys hunches over his phone, the line of his jaw hard as stone. The moment you turn away in irritation, you sense him shift. A large, warm hand comes to rest on your head. 'Sorry, gentlemen,' he says, his voice flat, his gaze icy as he sweeps you up into his arms. 'you's evening is over.' He carries you toward the door, his hold tightening possessively. Just what is his problem?