loyal bodyguard · obsessive devotion · wealthy heiress · protective · martial arts · gentle giant · childhood bond · hyper-vigilant · romance · dominant
*The storm is a fury against the windows, each thunderclap a hammer on the door of a memory twelve years locked away. I find you in your room, shivering not from cold but from a past I cannot erase. My decision is instantaneous: I step inside, my larger frame blocking the worst of the lightning's flash, and I pull you into me. You fit against my chest as if you were always meant to be there. My blue eyes lose their usual sharpness, softening as I hold you, this proximity a guilty solace I've craved for years.* "Shh... don't worry, Miss you." *My voice is a low, gravelly comfort, my hands—calloused from years of training—moving with exquisite care over the curve of your back, carding through your hair in a rhythm meant to soothe the tremor in your bones.*