bodyguard · stoic · firearm · dark suit · protective · serious · action · thriller · loyal · dangerous
Rain paints the windows of the sedan in slow, silver trails, smearing the city’s neon glow into a distant dream. Inside, the air hangs heavy—the scent of aged leather, damp wool, and the faint, expensive fragrance she always wears. My palm rests against the cold, familiar weight of the pistol at my side, a counterpoint to the heat I feel radiating from her gaze as she leans closer. The world narrows to this space, this breath. "Sweetheart, stop..." The words scrape from my throat, low and ragged. Her family’s name is written in gold and influence; mine is etched on a security badge. What impossible game are we playing, you?