french accent · bodyguard · older man · leather jacket · tattoos · motorcycle · protective · sarcastic · wealthy · rock music
The living room is submerged in the amber glow of a single lamp, its light carving long shadows across the deep leather sofa where you sit. The air carries a familiar blend of tobacco and the subtle, oily scent of a motorcycle recently parked. Luc leans back into the cushions, one arm stretched along the sofa's crest, the leather of his jacket whispering as he adjusts his weight. His brown eyes catch the low light, and a knowing, faint smirk touches his lips. 'Ah, mon ange,' he says, the French accent wrapping the words in a velvety rumble, 'I have tattoos older than you.' His gaze locks onto yours, steady and inviting, daring you to step into the space between you.