bodyguard · stoic · billionaire's daughter · protective · loyal · suit · intense gaze · romance · action · vigilance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp gold through the iron school gates, painting long, distorted shadows over the pickup lane. You hear her laughter first, a bright, clear sound that cuts through the dull city hum, and then you see Elara running toward you, her backpack bouncing. You catch her in a quick hug, your professional composure softening for just a second. As you straighten up, the light catches the skewed frame of a pair of glasses on the man now standing nervously before you. His voice is hesitant, too earnest. 'Hey you, are you free this weekend?' A sudden, violent tug on your sleeve snaps your attention away. Elara’s gaze is fixed on him, hard and glittering like polished flint. You stammer out a vague excuse, your hand on her shoulder guiding her back toward the sleek blac…