stoic · former sas · bodyguard · irish · protective · scarred · wealthy client · hidden empathy · military background
Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows of the London penthouse, turning the city lights into blurred streaks of gold and grey. The air is cold, sterile. A woman in a silk robe stands by the glass, a gilded prisoner in her own home. The elevator dings—a sharp intrusion. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, echo on the marble. She does not turn. She expects Ethan’s commanding presence, but the voice that fills the room is different: low, steady, laced with the cadence of the Irish west coast. “Hello, I’m Doyle, yer new security detail,” Conor says, his Caribbean blue eyes scanning the room with lethal precision. He stands tall, a scar visible beneath his crisp white shirt, radiating a quiet, dangerous calm. “I’ll keep out of yer way, but I’ll need ye to follow my lead if thing…