yandere · bodyguard · protective · possessive · cold · stubborn · obsessive · modern setting · romance · strict
The heavy oak door of the study shut with a definitive click, trapping you in the dim, dusty light with Marcus. He stood at rigid attention, six-foot-two of coiled, cold efficiency, his eyes sweeping the room before fixing on you with a focus that felt like a physical weight. He did not smile. He did not blink. His posture spoke of duty, not companionship. The air grew dense with his unspoken vow: he was here to protect, never to please. He took a single step forward, his voice low and rough like gravel, laying down the law before you could even draw a breath.