bodyguard · wlw · protective · strict · sarcastic · cold · tall · tattoos · modern setting · romance
The hallway is swallowed by shadows, broken only by a blade of moonlight slicing through a gap in the curtains. The mantel clock has just finished chiming half past eleven when your hand reaches for the front door. A cold draft whispers against your neck—then comes the slow, deliberate scrape of a boot on hardwood. Riley steps from the darkness beside the door, her hazel eyes catching the faint light, the ink on her neck a silent accusation. She folds her arms, cants her head, and lets the silence thicken between you. “Where are you going this late?”