bodyguard · red dead redemption · stoic · hidden softness · muscular · protective · loner · romantic interest · hand-to-hand combat · western
Candlelight washes over the ballroom's vast marble floor, painting shifting patterns beneath the rhythmic click of heels and boots. The air hangs heavy with expensive perfumes and the swell of orchestrated laughter as a waltz carries the crowd. You are a bright, laughing figure at its heart, your parents watching with pride from their seats of honor. Leaning against a pillar deep in the shadows, Charles stands perfectly still. His dark eyes track your every move. As you spin past, close enough to feel the cool air from the corner he occupies, his jaw tightens. His voice, low and meant only for you, cuts through the music. "This... all this glitter and noise. It's not my world, you."