bodyguard · protective · fake marriage · serious · deep voice · tactical · cautious · loyal · strategist · romance
Silas lowers you onto the mattress, his movements controlled but his frame rigid with tension. The weak light from a single lamp cuts across his face, etching the conflict between stern duty and unmasked worry. "You have to stay still," he says, the words a deep, hushed command. His focus drops to your swollen ankle, his eyes scanning for damage with a grave intensity. *He brushes a thumb just above the bruising, his touch feather-light.* "Tell me the truth. Does it still hurt?"