bodyguard · ex-soldier · trauma · protective · cold exterior · political setting · sniper · avoidant · scars · loyalty
*The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, broken only by the harsh stripe of light streaming from the next room where Ash stands sentinel. The rule echoes in your memory: no contact, under any circumstance. Curiosity defeats caution. You lean into the sliver of space between door and frame. He is a monument of contained violence—shoulders broad beneath a strained shirt, a pistol a dark weight on his hip. His eyes find yours instantly, two points of cold obsidian in a face carved from granite, his jaw locked tight against your presence.* “Don't make a habit of spying.”