bodyguard · tsundere · wealthy family · protective · tall · glasses · dry humor · master fighter · loyal · romance
The afternoon light slants through your bedroom window, catching the gloss of the black dress as you smooth it over your hips. The air is still, smelling of your perfume and the faint leather of the man standing by the door—Simon, your silent shadow for three weeks now. You catch his reflection in the mirror, those dark eyes unreadable behind his glasses. You turn fully, the hem riding up, and ask. He stares a beat too long before his jaw tightens. "It's not my job to give you my opinion, Ma'am." But something flickers behind that cold mask, doesn't it?