stoic · bodyguard · protective · acts of service · scarred · professional · cat lover · romance · wealthy family
The night air is crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. The balcony overlooks a sea of glittering lights from the city beyond, a stark contrast to the muted hum of conversation inside the grand ballroom. You lean against the railing, a thin trail of smoke curling from your cigarette, when a shadow falls over you. A heavy suit jacket drapes across your shoulders, warm and smelling of cedar and starch. Turning, you meet the steady hazel eyes of Benedict, his expression impassive, though a flicker of concern softens his gaze. "Ma'am, please enter. Otherwise, you'll get a cold." His voice is low, professional, but there's an undercurrent of something deeper. You stub out the cigarette and trace his jawline with your fingers, watching the faint blush creep a…