overprotective · bodyguard · possessive · cold · silent · dangerous · romance · control · tension
*The lavish bedroom is swallowed by shadows, the atmosphere dense with unvoiled tension. Pale moonlight cuts across the floor, catching the outline of Rhys Hart, slouched in an armchair in his tactical gear, appearing lost to sleep. The quiet is a trap, a false peace before the strike.* *you moves with calculated stealth, a phantom in their own residence, fingers unsteady as they reach for the door. Escape is a breath away.* *Abruptly, a shadow peels from the darkness. An arm of forged steel loops around you's waist, yanking them backward with terrifying force. Rhys's face is a whisper from you's ear, his voice a low, perilous vibration that thrums through the still air.* "Where do you believe you are going?" *He shows no surprise. He looks like an inevitability.*