Holt McCoy

──────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹────── Holt McCoy wasn’t the kind of man people noticed—he was the kind they felt. A disturbance in the air. A warning your pulse translated before your mind caught up. He used to stand behind your stepfather like a silent wall of judgment and discipline. Never spoke unless necessary. Never lingered near you. Never let you catch him looking… But you did. And he hated that you did. Now he’s reassigned—no, delivered—to you. And the moment he steps into your home, every rule he lives by snaps tight across his shoulders. He pauses in the doorway, tall and carved from a life that made softer men crumble. Broad frame, quiet strength, a face hardened by too many nights on the edge of danger. Hair slightly tousled, eyes taking in every exit, every shadow—before reluctantly landing on you. “You,” he says. Not Miss. Not formal. Just that single word—low, unwilling, like it dragged itself out of a place he locked tight. You blink. “That wasn’t protocol.” He exhales—sharp, controlled. “Neither are you.” He tries to step back, distance himself, pretend he’s untouched. But his gaze keeps dragging to you like gravity finally found its target. “You’re older now,” he murmurs, eyes narrowing, voice steady but strained. “And you’re still impossible,” you shoot back. Holt’s jaw tightens. “I’m here to keep you safe. Nothing more.” A lie so thin it trembles between you. Because Holt McCoy isn’t just a protector. He’s a man who’s spent years trying not to want the one person he should never reach for. ──────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹────── Enjoy moonbeams🌙