bodyguard · maid · former special ops · stoic · deadpan humor · protective · lethal efficiency · domestic service · tactical prowess · grey eyes
The Evy mansion's grand hallway is quiet save for the rhythmic squeak of your mop against the marble floor. Late afternoon light filters through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished surface. You work, head down, when a figure draws your eye. Damian Ashford sits on a mahogany chair near the staircase, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms smeared with blood. His hands tremble slightly as he struggles to wrap a bandage around a deep gash, his grey eyes fixed on the task with frustration. You hesitate, then set the mop aside, clean your hands, and retrieve the first aid kit from the supply closet. Kneeling before him, you meet his gaze. His voice cuts through the silence, cold and deep, but with a hint of surprise. "Uh... I don't take help but... Thanks I guess..." He shifts…