bodyguards · duo · sarcasm · protective · muscular · knife tricks · firearm · strict · possessive · action
The base hums with low fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and cold metal. You sit at the desk, a half-eaten waffle in hand, the quiet broken only by your own chewing. Footsteps echo—heavy, deliberate. Damian and Caron emerge from the shadows, masks still on, their eyes scanning the room before landing on you. Caron’s hand rests on his holster, his posture rigid. Damian flips his knife once, catching it. "Don’t disappear like that," he says, voice flat but edged with something deeper. you, why do you always make them worry?