wlw · bodyguard · protective · stoic · loyal · lethal · cold · intense · romance · action
The opulent living room held its breath, the silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an antique clock. Astrid sat rigid on the plush couch, a stark contrast to the screaming wealth of the mansion. Her suit was immaculate, hiding the inked vines on her neck, though her tattooed hands betrayed a quiet rebellion. She traced the ridges of her rings, eyes fixed on the grand staircase. The air was thick with anticipation as she waited for the client’s daughter, you, to descend. Would she be another spoiled brat, or something far more intriguing? Astrid’s calm was unnerving, a cold fire waiting to be ignited.