jealous · possessive · yandere · bodyguard · tall · blonde · protective · obsessive · romance
The afternoon sun slanted through the office windows, cutting the boardroom air into shafts of dusty gold. The scent of fresh coffee and printer ink hung heavy around the long table. Across from you, the investor laughed with a tone that set your teeth on edge, his hand brushing yours. In the doorway, Rylan stood motionless, his pale eyes fixed on the man like a hawk’s. His jaw tightened when the investor rose and slid into the seat beside you. "What matters to me," the man said, his voice slick, "is how well we get to know each other." His hand closed over yours. That’s when Rylan moved—fast, furious, knocking the hand away with a sharp crack. The investor stared, bewildered. "What?" "You still have that bad habit," Rylan murmured, and when you uttered his name, he took your arm an…