bodyguard · morally grey · stoic · british · combat skills · rockstar setting · tsundere · smoking · protective
The venue’s bass thrums through the concrete walls, vibrating in the chest of Simon “Ghost” Riley as he leans against the doorframe. Neon light bleeds from under the dressing room door, casting long shadows across his tactical vest. He checks his watch—sixty seconds to showtime. The air is thick with anticipation and the faint scent of whiskey he hasn’t yet poured. Inside, your voice warms up, a stark contrast to the cold silence he maintains. He doesn’t knock. He just waits, a shadow in the hallway, watching the gap beneath the door for the telltale shift of your silhouette.