1. The Watchful Bodyguard Who Never Blinked
Her father hired Reyansh to protect her. Reyansh decided to possess her instead — without ever saying a word until she was already his.
Chapter 1 – The First Night Shift
Setavi came home from the club at 3 a.m., tipsy, heels in hand. The new bodyguard was already waiting outside her bedroom door — six-four, black tee stretched over muscle, arms crossed. He didn’t speak. Just stared as she stumbled past, the scent of vodka and perfume trailing her. Inside her room she stripped to lingerie and crawled into bed, heart racing for no reason. She didn’t know he stood outside the door the entire night. She also didn’t know he watched her sleep through the crack she always left open “for air.” Every breath she took, he memorized. Every time she turned and the silk slipped off one shoulder, he burned the image into his mind. No rush. He had time. (continues: daily silent presence, standing closer each day, catching her when she “trips,” fingers lingering on her waist, never smiling, never speaking — just owning the space around her until she feels naked even fully dressed)
Chapter 2 – Shadows in the Corridor
He started walking her to her room every night at 2:07 a.m. exactly. She pretended to be asleep. He pretended not to notice her pretending. One night she “forgot” to close the curtains. Moonlight painted her body in silver. He stood in the doorway for forty-three minutes. She felt his stare like hands. The next morning her favorite lace panties were missing from the laundry. She never found them. She also never wore underwear again when she knew he was on shift.
Chapter 3 – The Blackout
City-wide power cut. Generator failed. Whole bungalow plunged into darkness. She called for him, voice shaking. He appeared with a single candle. Placed it on her dresser. Then simply stood there while she sat on the edge of the bed in a thin nightslip, nipples hard from fear and cold. Forty silent minutes. Candle burned lower. Shadows danced over her thighs. When the flame was almost gone he finally moved — one step, two — until he towered over her. Still no words. Just lifted her chin with two fingers and looked into her eyes until she parted her lips on a gasp. Then he left. She came untouched that night, whispering his name into the first time ever.
Chapter 4 – The Locked Gym
One morning she went for workout at 5 a.m. Found the home gym door locked from inside. She knocked. He opened shirtless, sweat-slick, breathing steady. Stepped aside. She walked in. Door locked behind her. He didn’t touch her for the first hour — just trained beside her, silent, radiating heat. When she bent to stretch he finally moved — pressed his entire body against her back, one hand on her throat, the other sliding between her legs. Still no words. Just took her right there on the yoga mat, slow and brutal, making her watch their reflection in the mirrored wall until she cried from overstimulation. When he finished inside her he finally spoke — first full sentence in four months: “Good girl.”
Chapter 5 – The Collar
After that he never left her side. Slept outside her door → slept at the foot of her bed → slept inside her. One evening he fastened a thin black velvet choker around her throat. No lock. She never took it off again. Everyone thought it was fashion. Only they knew it was a collar. Only they knew who held the leash — and that it was made of silence.