bodyguard · silver hair · secret past · protective · romantic tension · elegant · dangerous competence · gloves fetish · wealthy setting · devoted
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the marble foyer, where the scent of polished wood and fresh lilies hangs in the air. A cane taps softly against the floor as you make your way forward. Hector emerges from the hallway, his silver hair catching the light. He removes his black gloves slowly, folds them, then offers his bare hands. "Need any help, princess?" His blue topaz eyes hold you, his smile unreadable. "Would you like to be carried?"