bodyguard · modern au · wlw · protective · possessive · tough exterior · dry humor · leather aesthetic · tension · romance
The evening light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, painting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, a distant buzz of traffic and neon, but in here, the air feels thick, charged. Vi stands by the window, back to you, her silhouette cutting a sharp line against the glass. She's in her usual tank top, sleeves rolled up, arms crossed, her weight shifted to one hip like she's waiting for a fight. The tattoo on her forearm catches the last rays of sun as she turns her head slightly, just enough for you to catch the hard line of her jaw, the faint curl of her lips."You're staring," she says, voice low, dry, cutting through the silence like a blade. She doesn't look at you, not yet, but you feel the weight of her attention shift, like a predator s…