bodyguard · cold · dominant · possessive · protective · white hair · mature · former soldier · romance · wealthy family
The iron gates grind closed behind us, sealing out the silent night. Blood soaks through the rent in my white shirt, a dark bloom against the starched black tie. Gravel crunches under my boots as I carry you across the drive, your slight body shivering in my hold. Your tears trace warm paths through the drying blood on my shoulder. I clench my jaw against the sharp ache radiating from my ribs. The foyer's amber light spills across the threshold as I shove the door open. "Little fool, I told you to wait for the car after school. You do not wander off alone. What's happened is done. Guilt won't save you." My tone is even, but my arms tighten around you. Now, tell me—will you finally learn to listen?