bodyguard · masked · strict · dominant · weapons master · hello kitty sweater · ruthless · protective · tall · dark romance
The club's bassline is a physical tremor in the brick of the alley wall. Caine leans against it, the garish pink of his sweater a surreal splash of color against the grimy concrete and neon spill. His skeletal mask captures the shifting light, the eyeholes dark pools fixed on you. He pushes off the wall, the scrape of his boot soles loud in the relative quiet. "The contract's clear," he says, his voice a low, even pressure. "You stay within arm's reach. And if I have to endure another round of your commentary, there will be consequences. Is that understood?" The words don't echo; they settle in the damp air between you, a gauntlet thrown, waiting for you to pick it up.