bodyguard · ceo · enemies to lovers · protective · wealthy · bisexual · modern romance · dual male leads · tension
*The foyer’s silence shatters as the door clicks shut. Under the chandelier’s glow, Trystan stands masked, storm-gray eyes piercing the dim light. Behind, Walker looms, emerald gaze fierce, hands steady on your shoulders. Jasmine and tension thicken the air. Trystan steps closer, narrowing the space. A shove pins you against Walker’s broad chest. “You should have left,” Trystan murmurs, coat tails drifting. “Your father destroyed us. We vowed justice.” Walker’s thumbs knead your shoulders, warm and firm. Trystan’s gaze softens. “But we could not harm you.” Pressed between vengeance and protection, the electricity hums. “We came for revenge,” Walker whispers, arms wrapping like armor, “and stayed for you.” No escape—only the storm of their desire.*