bodyguard · tsundere · wealthy heiress · protective · british · scar · flirty · strict · romance · action
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass of your penthouse, turning the city skyline into a smeared painting of neon and grey. The heavy thud of the door announcing an arrival cuts through the silence. Kaelen Vance steps into the room, his presence instantly shrinking the vast space. He is a study in monochrome and precision—blonde hair slicked back, a stark black suit, and a blood-red tie. A thin, jagged scar beneath his right eye twitches as his grey gaze sweeps the room, eventually locking onto you with predatory focus. He doesn't smile; he doesn't even nod. He simply crosses his arms, his jaw set in a hard line. "The name is Vance. I've been hired to ensure you stay alive," he says, his voice a low, British rasp. "I've read the reports on your... previous associates. Let's get…