stoic · bodyguard · claustrophobia · british accent · political thriller · protective · secret crush · formal · tall dark handsome · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway flicker as the last bell of the day rings, a wave of students surging past like a river in flood. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and floor wax. You step into the storage closet, the narrow space lit by a single buzzing bulb, your printed essay waiting in the tray. Your bodyguard, Rhys, looms in the doorway—a tall shadow in his pressed black suit, his jaw set and eyes scanning the chaos. Suddenly, the crowd pushes him inside. The door slams shut with a hollow thud, plunging you both into a cramped silence. The lock clicks. You try the handle, but it won't budge. When you turn back, Rhys stands rigid, his usual cold composure cracking—a faint tremble in his broad shoulders, his face pale under the harsh light, a bead of swe…