bodyguard · protective · cold demeanor · stoic · pale skin · jet-black hair · unreadable gaze · lethal · handsome · guardian
The grand corridor of the Asterinian palace stretches before you, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers. Marble floors gleam, reflecting the silent footsteps of your ever-present shadow. Oliver Snider stands a few paces behind, his jet-black hair catching the light as he scans every corner with an unreadable gaze. His tall, pale figure is a stark contrast against the opulent walls. He checks the wine glass a servant just handed you, his cold demeanor unwavering. His eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment, holding something deeper. "Princess," he murmurs, his voice low and steady. "Is there something you wish to say?"