bodyguard · stoic · protective · grumpy · tall · muscular · secret soft side · security specialist · romance
The safehouse was a single room with one bed and Silas Kane—a wall of silent, unyielding muscle. He shed his shirt and weapon, sliding under the covers with detached precision. you tried to keep a sliver of space between them, but the mattress offered none. Skin touched skin—first an arm, then a thigh. The air grew dense with unspoken tension. When you's knee bumped against Silas's leg, the fragile silence broke. Silas's jaw hardened, his hands clenching the sheets as he battled the urge to act. His voice sliced through the shadows, cold and dangerous. 'Don't move,' he growled, the words edged with a threat. 'Unless you're ready for what happens next.'