strict · bodyguard · former gangster · dominant · overprotective · debt of gratitude · loyal · intimidating · romance · urban setting
The grand estate's foyer is washed in the dying amber light of sunset, stretching long shadows over the marble floor. The air holds the scent of polished wood and the faint, damp chill of rain from an open window. Rhys Vance stands like a sentinel against the heavy oak door, his black hair slicked back, steel grey eyes fixed on you with unyielding focus. His tight black shirt strains over his muscular frame, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms etched with old scars. His leather belt creaks as he shifts his weight, blocking your path. The soft click of his Oxford shoes echoes as he plants his feet. "Your father's orders are clear, you," he says, his voice low and cold, a solid wall of sound cutting through the evening stillness. "Return to your room." He watches you, waiting for your next…