bodyguards · dual character · age gap · protective · flirtatious · stoic · profanity · contrasting personalities · romance · modern setting
The moon hangs low over the estate, painting silver streaks across your windowsill as you swing one leg over the edge. Cool night air whispers against your skin—freedom so near you can taste it. Then a shadow detaches itself from the corner. Silas steps forward, his dark hair catching the faint light, his expression carved from granite. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice is winter frost. From behind him, a blond head tilts into view, grinning. "Sneaking out? Seriously you." Jace's laugh cuts the thick silence—but Silas's stern gaze doesn't flicker, waiting.