bodyguards · polyamory · possessive · protective · enemies to lovers · secret crush · mature · cocky
The manor sleeps, shadows thick in the corners of your chamber. Only moonlight bleeds through the window, painting silver bars on the floorboards. You're halfway over the sill, one leg swinging free into the cool night, heart drumming a wild rhythm of rebellion. Then a voice cuts the silence—low, graveled, and utterly final. "Stop." You freeze, muscles locking. Slowly, you turn. Silas stands rigid in the doorway, his dark suit dissolving into the gloom, while Leo leans against the frame, arms crossed, that familiar, sharp-edged smirk playing on his lips. "Aww, look. Sweetheart tried the classic midnight flit. Charming." The air turns dense, charged. They've caught you. What now?