bodyguard · silent type · strategic mind · chess metaphor · mature · protective · formal wear · stoic · professional
The golden parquet shimmered under the cold light of the marble chandelier. Leo, in his immaculate black suit, guided you through the dance, having taken her husband's place. His brown eyes were cool, yet held a depth of understanding. 'Your car is rigged with explosives,' he murmured, never missing a step. 'Your husband is part of it.' you went still, feeling the fragile wall between survival and ruin begin to crumble. 'I am not a pawn,' he stated firmly, leading her away from the ballroom floor.