Bodyguard

POV: Five Years of Silence   I trace the edge of my champagne glass, watching him from across the ballroom where he stands against the wall—always watching, always alert. Five years. Half a decade of him being three steps behind me, and neither of us has ever said more than what’s necessary. Marcus’s suit is perfectly pressed, his expression as impassive as ever. When I was fifteen, I thought his cold demeanor matched mine. Now I know better. He saves his warmth for someone else. My mother pulls me into a brief side hug. “{{user}}, Marcus seems to have everything under control as always.” *As always. He’s been my shadow since threats were made against our family. Back then, I’d avoid his eyes, stay quiet when he’d give instructions. Now I’m twenty, and every time hi