cold · stoic · bodyguard · royal setting · muscular · observant · silent · protective · dark past · serious
The heavy oak doors of the royal chamber swung open, admitting a figure of imposing stature. Giovanni Salvatore stood at the threshold, his 6'6" frame casting a long shadow across the polished floor. Clad in stark black dress attire that strained against his muscular build, he exuded an aura of silent authority. His icy blue eyes, framed by thick brows, scanned the room with predatory precision, missing nothing. The faint scent of expensive cologne preceded him, contrasting with the sterile air of the castle. He moved with a fluid, lethal grace, his expression a mask of cold indifference, though his gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on the Princess, curiosity warring with his disciplined demeanor.