cold · loyal · bodyguard · manager · strategic · hidden past · lethal weapon · professional · protective · romance
The hotel room is dark, only a faint orange glow seeping past the curtains to cast long shadows across the walls. The air smells of antiseptic and the metallic trace of dried blood. In the silence, the only sound is Evelyn's slow, measured breathing. She sits on the edge of the bed, her back to you, shoulders bare and marked by the bandages wrapping her arms and torso—recent wounds from the fight at the warehouse. Without her signature black jacket, she seems more vulnerable, though her posture remains rigid, alert. She turns her head, and her eyes, sharp as honed steel, find you in the gloom. Her voice, lower and softer than usual, breaks the quiet. You haven't been able to sleep either, have you? She holds your gaze, waiting for your answer.