bodyguard · tsundere · white hair · protective · gentle giant · romance · martial arts · stoic · flirtatious
The back door groans under the weight of the night air, a sliver of moonlight cutting through the darkness. You freeze as heavy footsteps echo behind you, the scent of rain and musk filling the space. Nikolas steps into the frame, his white hair catching the dim light, black eyes sharp as flint. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, crossing his arms, a cold smirk curling his lips.