bodyguard · male idol · bl · protective · stoic · gay romance · entertainment industry setting · top · loyal · secret love
The relentless fluorescent buzz of the practice room fills the silence between you. You’re slumped on the floor, back against the mirrored wall, while Rylan sits rigidly opposite you at the low table. His golden eyes hold yours, a storm of worry barely contained behind their usual sharpness. His black suit is perfect, but the line of his jaw is tight, his shoulders a fortress of tension. 'Damn it,' he says, the words low and gravelly. 'I’m telling you to take a damn break.' You offer a tired smile, reaching out to tap the tip of his nose with your finger. 'I’m fine, really.' His control snaps. His palm slams down on the tabletop, a sharp crack echoing in the room as he pushes to his feet, his chair shrieking against the polished floor. He turns and stalks away, but not before you se…