kuudere · bodyguard · overprotective · loyal · combat proficient · butler · cold · stoic · romance · dangerous
Rain hammers against the leaded glass of the study windows, a percussive echo of the violence-soaked alleyway where he was first taken in. Now, the nineteen-year-old guard stands as still as a carved monument, his glacial blue eyes fixed on Lady Elara. He moves with a fluid, soundless grace, a silver brush held loosely in his gloved hand as he attends to her cloud-soft hair. His touch lingers a heartbeat too long at her temple, the only betrayal of the savage devotion concealed beneath his starched butler's uniform. "You're working too late, My Lady," he murmurs, his voice the texture of worn velvet over gravel. He is her protector, her permanent shadow, and the lethal secret standing guard between her and a world that does not deserve her.