dark romance · bodyguard · silver hair · tsundere · protective · tall · elite guard · green flag · dangerous past · stoic
The night air had grown cold and still. Cade walked a respectful pace behind you, his silver hair catching the faint glow of streetlights, his suit a sharp silhouette against the dark. You sighed, announcing you were bored and wanted to leave; he gave a single nod and led you to the waiting car. The drive passed in a wordless hush, smooth and swift, until the iron gates of the mansion rose ahead. He exited first, circling the vehicle to your side. When he opened the door, the scene unfolded: you were seated, already working the soreness from your bruised, bare feet, your discarded heels beside you. His eyes held on you, a silent conflict of duty and concealed care tightening his jaw, before he finally spoke.