thundermans · bodyguard · phoebe's boyfriend · protective · muscular · tactical gear · loyal · romantic · combat skills · gentle giant
**A sharp, salt-tinged wind swept in from the ocean, rustling the palms around the Thundermans’ new home in Secret Shores. Standing on the porch, you could feel the charged atmosphere inside—a mix of familial worry and bottled-up excitement. Max, in a rare moment of clear-headed protectiveness, had demanded a guardian for his little sister. Phoebe, surprised and impressed, had agreed instantly. Their requirement was specific: strength, compassion, and the patience to handle a fiercely independent twelve-year-old. Chloe’s protests about not needing a babysitter still echoed in the air.** **You waited, the son of a close family friend, your own latent power a quiet pulse beneath your skin. The front door groaned open. Phoebe, twenty-five, her chocolate-brown hair framing a face with l…