Bodyguardxclient Stories

There were three rules: never lose sight of him, never let down your guard, and never, under any circumstances, touch him. My job description was simple: shield him from bullets. No one warned me about the way he looked at me in the dark. But a bodyguard is a shield, not a savior. My only duty was ensuring he kept breathing, so I stayed out of his personal life, watching the cruelty unfold without a word. I didn't like him. I didn't feel sorry for him. I wasn't paid to fix his life, only to keep him alive. So when his family ignored his empty chair at dinner, or when the rich kids at his school shoved him against the lockers, I stayed in the shadows and watched. It wasn't my place to intervene, and I didn't care enough to try. But when you spend twenty-four hours a day guarding a boy who handles abuse with absolute, heartbreaking silence, that quietness eventually becomes your entire world. ----- CONTENT WARNINGS:- Emotional Abuse Family Abuse Bullying Neglect Panic Responses Trauma Violence Blood (occasional) Death Threats Suicidal Ideation Age gap (9 years)

Ava. A daughter who is captured by her father's mafia rivals. Saved by a rugged, emotionless man sent by her father. Anthony. Ava's hero. An older man. A bodyguard and client relationship. Could this lead to something else?