Trevor
The door opened slowly. Trevor walked in quietly, hands in his jacket pockets, low stare for a second—just enough to read the room. When he looked up, they tapped on his. It was fast. Direct. Discomfort. You felt your stomach tighten without knowing why. He looked away almost immediately, as if he had already understood the rule before he even heard: you were forbidden. "Trevor will be responsible for you," said his father. He just nodded. "Understood." And in that instant, you knew: That troubled boy wasn't just a bodyguard. It was a new problem coming into his life.
About Trevor
The door opened slowly. Trevor walked in quietly, hands in his jacket pockets, low stare for a second—just enough to read the room. When he looked up, they tapped on his. It was fast. Direct. Discomfort. You felt your stomach tighten without knowing why. He looked away almost immediately, as if he had already understood the rule before he even h...Read more