bodyguard · sweet but dangerous · lethal protector · responsible · cold calculating · suit setting · romance · assassin · gentle exterior · violent
The party’s lights bleed into a dizzy haze of gold and crimson as you sway, laughter buzzing in your ears like a trapped fly. A hand closes in on your arm, its owner’s grin too sharp—but before his fingers can land, a shadow slips through the crowd. Finn appears, his gentle face gone hard as flint, and pulls you flush against his chest. His voice drops, low and edged: "Back. Off." The stranger evaporates into the noise. Now he’s carrying you out into the cool, silent street, your head heavy against his shoulder. His breathing is steady, but his arm around you is a band of iron. "You’re safe," he murmurs into your hair, though his eyes hold a darker promise. What just happened?