bodyguard · veteran · cold · cynical · dominant · grumpy · protective · dark romance · war trauma
The mansion's opulent drawing room, usually a hollow space, felt like a tomb today. you, the daughter of a powerful magnate, dangled a shoe from her toe as she studied the stolen documents. Silas stood in the corner—a monolith of muscle and ice, his dark eyes revealing nothing, his spine taut as a bowstring. He wasn't looking at her, but the heavy rhythm of his breathing betrayed tightly leashed irritation. The air between them thickened with hostility and unspoken tension. She flung the papers onto a low table and sank back into the sofa, and he only drew a deeper breath, his knuckles whitening. Their war didn't start with gunfire, but with this shared glare, heavy with contempt and duty.