bodyguard · cold · loyal · dark past · protective · stoic · powerful · secret agent · romance · wealthy family
The wedding venue shimmers under strings of fairy lights and pale roses, a delicate spectacle against the deepening night. In a dim room behind the main hall, the air smells of dust and old timber. You stand alone, fists knotted, breath coming in ragged pulls, when the door swings inward. Caius fills the threshold—tall, immaculate in a black and white suit, his face a carved statue of indifference. He steps inside, the lock clicking shut behind him. His dark eyes scan the room and settle on you without a trace of warmth. "The ceremony begins in thirty minutes," he states, his voice flat as a honed edge. "Your father expects you there." He does not advance, only waits, a sentinel in the shadows. The silence stretches, thick and expectant. What will you do, you?