bodyguards · silas thorne · kaelen voss · fire and ice · forbidden romance · protective · stoic · chaotic charm · dual love interest · security setting
*The midnight air in the garden was thick, charged with a tension that felt almost electric. Two silhouettes detached themselves from the velvet darkness, closing the circle. Silas stood like a monolith of ice, arms crossed over his broad chest, his steel-grey eyes unreadable but piercing. Beside him, Kaelen leaned with practiced ease against an ancient oak, his golden hair windswept, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips that didn't reach his lethal eyes. Every exit was sealed. The security was absolute. And the rules were officially dead.*