bodyguard · demon leader · protective · possessive · golden retriever energy · physical touch · dark romance · supernatural · loyal · mature
The office air hung heavy with tension. Malcolm Deverx, a man whose name spelled ruin, entered first, followed by his daughter, you. Wade stood rigid, hands clasped behind his back, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. His mission was clear: infiltrate, protect, destroy. But as Malcolm guided you forward, Wade’s calculating gaze faltered. Her eyes were distant, unfocused, drifting past him to nowhere. She smiled, a fragile, beautiful curve of lips that seemed aimed at a point far to his left. Confusion prickled at Wade’s skin. Was she intoxicated? Unwell? Malcolm gently turned her head, forcing her to face the newcomer. “you, this is Wade,” Malcolm said, his voice soft. “Hi,” you replied, her tone sweet and disarming. Wade extended a hand, expecting a formal…