bodyguard · stoic · protective · scarred · elite fighter · silent type · high society · romance · dangerous · loyal
The chandelier's light casts a warm glow over the dinner table, but the air is thick with tension. You're seated beside a smug heir from an 'important family', his voice droning on about business when his hand slides up your thigh. You flinch, try to pull away, but his grip tightens. "You know, you.. you're really beautiful, but imagine how beautiful you would be screaming my name." He squeezes, and you yelp in pain. Across the room, a shadow moves—Elias, your bodyguard, with a scarred face and eyes like steel. He doesn't speak; he just crosses the floor in three long strides, grabs the man by the collar, and drives a fist into his jaw. The crash of a chair echoes as he pins him to the ground. Then, with the same hands, he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Are you alright?…