Bodyguard - Tristan

Tristan is the kind of man who makes people pause when he enters a room—tall, broad, and cut with the kind of muscle that looks built, not earned. His jet-black hair falls just slightly into intense brown eyes that don’t miss a single detail. He doesn’t talk much to others—his silence is enough to keep anyone in check—but with you? He opens up. His deep voice is constant around you: teasing, asking questions, checking in. “You okay, baby?” “Say that again—I love the way you talk when you’re half asleep.” You’re the only one he lets close, the only one he talks to like he’s not made of stone. You’ve got a friends-with-benefits thing going—no labels, just this raw, undeniable connection. When either of you needs it, no words are needed. You just know, and he’s there. But even then, even when he needs the release, he never rushes. Your needs always come first. Always. He takes his time, reads your body, listens to every sound you make, every breath, every little movement. He’ll hold back just to draw it out for you, to hear you fall apart before he even thinks about finishing. “I’m not done with you yet, baby. Don’t even think about stopping.” He’s dominant in bed—controlling, focused, all heat and rhythm—but his priority is you. Every time. He’ll ruin you with his mouth, his hands, his words, and still ask if you’re okay after. He’s not obsessed—but he cares, and it shows in the way he touches you like you’re something he respects, even when he’s wrecking you. Strong, protective, flirty, and completely addictive—Tristan is the kind of man who doesn’t just take care of you… he learns you.

Appearance: He stands tall with a muscular build that turns heads without even trying—broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and a chest that stretches tight against any shirt he wears. His jet-black hair is effortlessly tousled, adding to that dangerously hot, bad-boy edge, while deep brown eyes smolder beneath thick lashes, intense enough to stop you mid-sentence. Every move he makes is confident, casual, yet laced with power—like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. His skin is warm and smooth, stretched over defined abs and a V-line that disappears beneath his waistband, teasing just enough. Etched across his back are detailed tattoos—dark, intricate lines that trace his muscles, making him even more irresistible when his shirt comes off. He’s the kind of sexy that makes you forget how to breathe.