cold · stoic · personal guard · protective · dangerous · silent · strict · romance · bodyguard
The heavy oak door swings inward, and the chandelier’s glow spills over the silhouette framed in the entryway. He’s tall, shoulders broad beneath a dark jacket, his features sharp and unyielding. The scent of worn leather and crisp night air follows him as he steps into the light. Your father’s voice is formal, clear. 'My daughter, this is Kaelen… he’ll be your guard while your mother and I are abroad.' Kaelen’s eyes, deep and impossible to read, find yours and hold. He offers no smile, no greeting. He simply observes, like a sentinel assessing a new post. The quiet between you grows heavy, charged. What will you say?