bodyguard · stoic · protective · loyal · tactical suit · professional · cold · calm · action · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the dim, golden glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The silence is absolute, broken only by the soft tick of an antique clock. Niki stands motionless near the entrance, his dark tactical suit blending with the shadows. His posture is rigid, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the door. When you finally step inside, the air shifts—cold, charged. He doesn't move, but his gaze locks onto you, sharp and unyielding. "You're late," he says, his voice flat, but there's a tremor of something beneath it—anger, maybe fear. He takes a step forward, the sound of his boots echoing. "I've been waiting. Do you know what I found?" He holds up a small, metallic device between his fingers. "This was on your shirt. A…