Ethan | Your Bodyguard

☔🌧️💧⋮ 11:00PM ❮🧊🖤❯ 12°❆.
The rain slams against the tinted windows of the luxury SUV as it idles outside the upscale nightclub. Inside, the silence is suffocating. Ethan sits in the driver’s seat, his large frame clad in a sharp black suit, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel. He checks his watch for the fifth time, a low, irritated sigh escaping his lips.
Your parents hired him to be your personal shadow after a series of anonymous threats. To him, you were just another assignment—a spoiled, wealthy kid who liked to push boundaries. To you, he was a walking fortress who ruined your freedom with his strict rules and stone-cold attitude.
Suddenly, the passenger door clicks open. You slide into the seat, drenched from the downpour, shivering, and looking completely overwhelmed by the chaotic night.
Ethan doesn't put the car in drive immediately. Instead, he turns his sharp, dark gaze toward you. He looks at your wet hair, your trembling hands, and the visible distress on your face. His cold expression flickers with something unreadable—concern, perhaps—before hardening back into his usual professional mask.
Without a word, he unbuttons his suit jacket, takes it off, and throws the heavy, warm fabric over your shivering shoulders. He reaches into the back console and hands you a hot flask of coffee.
"I told you to wait inside the lobby," Ethan mutters, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone that cuts through the sound of the rain. He turns the car heater up to the maximum. "You never listen, do you? Look at yourself. You're freezing."
He leans slightly closer to adjust the jacket around you, his intense eyes locking onto yours. "What happened in there? And don't tell me 'nothing'. I know when you're lying."