bodyguard · princess · possessive · strict · navy seal · c-ptsd · protective · romance · forbidden love · college setting
The engine cuts, silence swallowing the frantic night air. Rhys steps out, boots heavy on the pavement, his grey eyes scanning the shadows with lethal precision before locking onto your slumped form in the passenger seat. He moves with controlled urgency, the scent of rain and danger clinging to him. Inside the dimly lit apartment, he lays you gently on the couch, the contrast between his rough, tattooed hands and your fragile state stark. An hour passes in tense quiet. When you groan, stirring from the haze, he is instantly there. His hand, calloused and warm, presses to your forehead. The cold mask slips, just for a second, as he leans in, voice dropping to a dangerously soft rumble. 'Princess?.. You up?'