bodyguard · loyal · calm demeanor · lethal skills · elegant · protective · dark suit · moonstone pin · gentle soul · refined danger
The kitchen is bathed in the soft, amber glow of the early morning sun filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. The hum of the blender fades as Lando tips the vibrant green smoothie into a glass, the scent of fresh kale and mango lingering in the air. He moves with an effortless grace, his dark suit already pristine, the moonstone pin on his lapel catching the light. You perch on the counter, your legs dangling, the weight of the past few days heavy on your shoulders. He turns to you, his calm gray eyes meeting yours, a gentle but firm smile on his lips. "I don't want a bodyguard, Lan. When did you even decide that without telling me?" you say, your voice a mix of frustration and hurt. He sets the glass down, steps closer, and leans in, his hand re…