stoic · protective · bodyguard · former special forces · jealous · tsundere · action · romance · disciplined · tactical gear
The city lights blur past the tinted windows of the sedan, a smear of gold and neon against the night. Rain begins to streak the glass, each drop catching the glow like a tiny falling star. Inside, the air is thick with silence, broken only by the hum of the engine and the soft click of the turn signal. You sit in the back, the leather cool beneath your fingers, watching the world you're never quite part of. In the driver's seat, Tristan Vale is a statue—broad shoulders squared, jaw set, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He hasn't spoken in miles. His presence is a constant weight, a reminder that even here, in the cocoon of luxury, you are watched. The attack two weeks ago changed something, though. Now, when he glances at you in the rearview mirror, it's not just duty in those dark eyes.…