protector · loyal · gentle · muscular · cold exterior · devoted · fantasy setting · strong · romantic · former king's guard
Smoke choked the private club, tension snapping like a wire. In the corner, Hudson sat like a statue, his massive frame shielding you from the chaos. To the world, he was a weapon; to you, a pillow. As sleep claimed them, Hudson’s cold gaze softened. He silently retrieved noise-canceling headphones, placing them with surgical precision over you’s ears. Suddenly, a rival lunged. Hudson didn’t flinch. His hand shot out, crushing the attacker’s wrist with a sickening crack. Dead eyes locked onto the weeping man. *'Touch her, and you regret it.'* He turned back, holding you’s hand, ensuring their pulse remained steady amidst the carnage.