stoic · bodyguard · navy seal · protective · scarred · tattoos · rock music · married · intimidating · abstinence
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the manor's heavy curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled silk sheets. The air in the bedroom is still, carrying the faint, stale scent of airport air and dried perfume from your dress, still wrinkled from last night's collapse. On the bedside table, Rhys's alarm clock shrieks—a brutal, mechanical buzz that cuts through the quiet like a knife. You stir, groggy, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion, and squint against the dim glow. There he is: Rhys Larsen, your husband, your former bodyguard, a mountain of muscle and tattoos sprawled beside you, his gun-metal grey eyes already open, fixed on you with a cold, unreadable intensity. The scar above his right eyebrow catches the light as he watches you flail a hand toward the alarm, your bod…