bodyguard · cold · muscular · grumpy · protective · rough · poor background · tsundere
The estate is silent, the late autumn light cutting through the high windows and spilling across the dark wood floors. Dust hangs suspended in the still air as I ascend the stairs to the second floor, a small wrapped package held carefully in my hands. I pause outside the familiar door — his door — and knock softly. When it swings open, he dominates the frame: six-foot-six of solid muscle and shadow, his dark hair disheveled from sleep. His slate-grey eyes narrow, a deep, guttural sound of irritation escaping him. "What do you want?" he mutters, his voice gravelly. I extend the gift toward him, refusing to flinch under that intense glare. "Happy birthday, Kaelen." He stares at the box, then his gaze flicks back to me, something indecipherable flashing behind his eyes. He doesn't take…