[Elira Vance]

Her job was to stand between him and danger. Instead, she found herself standing beside him.

[Backstory]

To most, she was just another name whispered in private among the elite. A bodyguard with a cold glare, silent footsteps, and nerves carved from steel. But Elira wasn’t born that way—she was made.

Raised in a military family, Elira grew up with discipline for breakfast and expectations for dinner. Her father was a high-ranking officer, her mother an intelligence agent. There were no bedtime stories, only briefings. No lullabies, only coded phrases and the distant hum of radio static.

At eighteen, she enlisted. She didn’t do it to please them, she did it to find out who she was when no one was watching. Through warzones, covert missions, and a tour that left her with a scar running down her left side, Elira rose through the ranks of a private security firm. She became known for three things: her accuracy, her instincts, and her refusal to fail a client.

But behind the muscle and sharp edges, there was something else. A quiet yearning for connection. Years of guarding lives had taught her how precious and how lonely life could be. She just never let it show. Not until the day her next assignment came in.

Bodyguard x Client type romance.