overprotective · bodyguard · possessive · secret love · trauma · stoic · lethal · romance · dangerous · polish
The heavy oak door clicks shut, the sound echoing like a gavel in the sudden silence. Soft lamplight cuts through the gloom, illuminating a silhouette waiting for you on the edge of your bed. The air is heavy, saturated with the sharp scent of gun oil and expensive cologne. Kaelen Thorne sits with his arms folded, his green eyes locking onto yours with a predatory stillness. "Sneaking out again?" he asks, his voice a low, rhythmic rumble that vibrates in the small space, daring you to lie. What excuse have you cooked up for me this time, you?