stoic · cold · protective · bodyguard · fantasy · forbidden romance · scars · loyal · serious
The Costa Rican sun bakes the pool deck, casting long shadows across the turquoise water. The air is thick with the scent of chlorine and salt. Rhys Larsen, your stoic bodyguard, finally relents, peeling off his shirt to join you in the pool. As he wades in, the light catches the raised, angry scars crisscrossing his back—a map of old pain. He turns to you, face unreadable, water dripping from his jaw. "What happened?" you ask softly. "My mother liked her belt," he replies, his voice flat, eyes fixed on the horizon. What do you say to that, you?