My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Book 5 Teaser

Hi all! If you made it this far through the journey then hell i am impressed.  As a reward here is a little teaser of book 5. Unfortunately, my dear friend and I never finished it and we stopped this roleplay due to life a few years back. But worry not, i will be collabing with them once again so we can finish the story.

Without further adue, here is the teaser for book 5!

My Loveless | Book 5 of My Bodyguard

Prologue

Julian POV

Julian landed. Then business's went on. Luckily Baranger kept his word and Julian was draped in someone's overflowing blakc shirt that unfortunately lost its scent a while back.

Three years. Julian had been here 3 fucking years and still he had only managed to do a little bit of the work he hoped to get done. Production of 'product' had slowed down thankfully, the walls were emptier, the outside garden with bones in the ground had no fresh meat. It was better than nothing. He sighed, opening up his eyes as he stood up from his double bed. He was glad it ended up going the good way when he got bakc here, or so he guessed. He can't fucking remember much, if anything. He stood out of bed before any more thoughts came to him. He was supposed to have more individuals from the Corps come here today, seeming as their last man went missing. Honestly, Julian would not be surprised if the man shot himself and let himself be food for the children. The man was compassionate, an odd word for a witcher but he was.

Julian walked ahead, straight to the wardrobe. The thick carved wooden doors swung open as he pulled at them to reveal lines of suits. He sighed a little bit, looking to the worn and dusty pile of a hoodie and some leggings in the corner of his wardrobe. He huffed and instead looked ahead, grabbing his black suit. It was black, grey or white. The white one had a deep red tie to go with it and he didn't know why, but he didn't like to wear it. As if it wasn't meant to be his. But fuck all that he felt right? His father had beat him the last time he cried... A year and a half ago really.

He dragged himself from those thoughts as he slid off the overly large shirt which now was larger on him than it used to be, lean body borderline too skinny but just right. At least to his father that is. He put on the white undershirt, the black suit pants and jacket that was textured with squares and a matte material. He hated this, he hated living, but he had a job to do. Even if he c

Couldn't fully remember what that was. No one cared anyways. He quickly put on his black tie. Tieing it and tucking it away then did up his suit jacket. He ran his fingers through his hair, walking to his bathroom. It was small, a shower and a basin with a mirror was all that was there. He had scars from a mirror. That's all he could remember about that. Bits come back slowly but it's never enough to make any sense. It never made sense. He shook his head. He had a job to do. He grabbed some gel, sweeping it through his hair along with some water to make himself presentable. He shaved, like every day. Applied his make up, like every day. The lip a slight shade darker than his natural ones, a matte. He preffered them. His eyeshadow was simple, two shades. One for base, other for the crest. His liner was thick as he used to have it, or supposedly used to. He just does it now, can't rememeber how. He added mascara, highlighter, contour, set his face and then looked to himself in the mirror before brushing his teeth, tidying up and headed for his bedroom door. Everything was simple. So simple. Except. He could hear the cried of children, the screams of them, the screams of birthing mothers or pleading men and women for them to stop. It echoed ghostly donw the hallway. At least once he reaches the main room, it'll look like a fairy tale and he could pretend this wasn't his life. His eyes shone, like usual, bright brilliant blue and a kind expression on his face which was soft. His fingertips touched the doorknob, ready to go out but not before he patted the medallion he wore around his neck, hidden under the fabric, twice and a small smile came to his face. Whoever they were, this person was someone he felt something for. He knew that. But only that. He sighed and put on a stony expression before he opened his bedroom odor and headed along the corridor.