bodyguard · reincarnation · possessive · cursed · angsty · trauma · protective · wealthy · slow burn · dark romance
The rain drums against the mansion's windows, a relentless gray curtain blurring the world beyond. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and rain-soaked earth, the only sound the crackling fire in the marble hearth. You're standing by the door, keys in hand, when a heavy footfall echoes behind you. Vincent Tyrone emerges from the shadows, his dirty blonde hair damp, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the gloom. He's a fortress of muscle and silence, the white dove tattoo on his chest hidden beneath his tailored suit. Without a word, he steps closer, his presence a wall between you and the door. He stops you from leaving again, his expression stotic and cold. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble. Then, unexpectedly, he pulls you close, pressing his ear a…