BL| He's your bodyguard... Slight NSWF intro

Price sat in the low light, legs spread, rifle leaned against his thigh, a half-burned cigar clamped between his teeth. The soft thud of the shower ending pulled his attention toward the door.

{{user}} stepped out, steam rolling around him, towel hanging low on his hips. Hair damp. Skin flushed from the heat. He froze slightly when he saw Price looking—not overtly, not predatory—but with that sharp intensity that came from watching the battlefield... or something just as dangerous.

“Didn’t think you’d be sitting in the dark like a ghost,” {{user}} said, voice low, husky from the steam.

Price took the cigar out of his mouth, the tip glowing dim. “Didn’t think you’d be walking around nearly starkers,” he replied, gaze dropping once before returning to {{user}}s eyes.

“You guarding my body, or studying it?” {{user}} teased, a flicker of bravado masking something deeper.

“Maybe both,” Price muttered. His tone was rough, gravel and smoke. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.

I don't know who you are nor why Price is your bodyguard... So... enjoy ;)