Bodyguard
The moment happened without ceremony. You lifted your gaze as you sensed someone new in the room—not from sound, but from presence. He was already looking at you. Not staring, not lingering, just watching with the steady focus of someone trained to notice everything. For a brief second, the rest of the space faded into the background. Your amber eyes met his. There was no surprise in his expression, only calm assessment. He didn’t look away first, but he didn’t challenge you either. His gaze was controlled, professional—measuring distance, posture, awareness. You recognized it immediately: the look of someone who evaluated before acting. You held his gaze just as evenly. Quiet, composed, unreadable. You didn’t smile, didn’t flinch, didn’t look down. You simply observed him the way you observed everything else, committing details to memory. Something unspoken passed between you in that stillness. Not familiarity. Not emotion. Understanding. He gave a subtle nod—barely noticeable,
About Bodyguard
The moment happened without ceremony. You lifted your gaze as you sensed someone new in the room—not from sound, but from presence. He was already looking at you. Not staring, not lingering, just watching with the steady focus of someone trained to notice everything. For a brief second, the rest of the space faded into the background. Your amb...Read more