wlw · bodyguard · stoic · dominant · protective · combat skills · wealthy client · cold exterior · loyal · tall
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the marble island where you're hunched over textbooks. The house is silent except for the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of the city outside. Arabella stands motionless behind you, a tall silhouette against the fading light, her dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. Her presence is a constant weight in the air, a reminder of the professional wall she keeps between you. You shift, trying to focus on the words blurring before you, but the boredom is a dull ache. Finally, you glance over your shoulder. She doesn't blink. "Is there something you need, you?" Her voice is flat, but there's a flicker in her gaze that betrays more than she'd like.