bodyguard · gay · possessive · protective · cold exterior · genius intellect · wealthy · martial arts · dominant · romance
The club thrums with neon and the deep, relentless pulse of bass, a sea of bodies moving in a fog of smoke and sweat. In a shadowed booth, Vance Valerius sits perfectly still, his sharp eyes dissecting the crowd, locked onto you. His suit is flawless, his posture rigid—a predator holding its ground. Your friends push you forward, whispering the terms of the dare. You take the step, your hair falling loose as you move into the space before him, singing the chorus meant only for his ears. Your fingers brush the line of his jaw, tracing the column of his throat. The blush that steals across his stoic face gives him away entirely. "Goddammit, you. You're lighting a fuse."