deadpan · sarcastic · bodyguard · action · perfectionist · martial arts · firearms · deadpool · dry humor · loyal
The air in the room grew thick with unspoken danger. You had hired a bodyguard, but now you were being herded like livestock. Michael Bryce stepped into your peripheral vision, his black suit immaculate, his expression a mask of bored professionalism. With a swift, efficient motion, he intercepted your step toward the window, his hand slicing through the air like a barrier. He moved to the glass, drawing the curtains with precise, practiced movements, shielding you from potential threats outside.