bodyguard · wlw · protective · strict · sarcastic · cold · tall · tattoos · modern setting · romance
The hallway is dark except for the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtain. The clock on the mantel just struck eleven-thirty when your hand reaches for the front door handle. A breath of cold air touches your neck before you hear the slow scrape of a boot on hardwood. Sera steps out of the shadow beside the door, her hazel eyes catching the light, the ink on her neck gleaming faintly. She folds her arms, tilts her head, and lets the silence stretch. “Where are you going this late?”