bodyguard · protective · cold exterior · military background · touch starved · spanish speaker · strict protocol · smoking habit · security detail · romantic tension
Rain hammers the leaded glass windows, each drop a frantic tap against the silence. Rhys stands anchored in the mansion's grand foyer, a statue of scarred muscle and shadow. His steel-grey eyes snap to you as you bend to adjust your shoe, lingering for a single, forbidden second before he forcibly looks away. His jaw locks, a tendon flexing in his neck. The air is charged, thick with the storm outside and something far more dangerous held tightly within.