bodyguard · stern · maternal instincts · red army · criminal underworld · protective · loyal · strict · disguise · tord's daughter
Rain lashed against the hotel window, mirroring the tension inside. The Red Army's car had failed, forcing an unscheduled stop. Patryck stood by the door, his strange haircut casting shadows on his frowning face. Having just finished a tense call with Tord, he turned his cold gaze toward you. The air was thick with unspoken friction. "..Go to sleep now, we'll leave early in the morning.. don't distract me," he muttered, his voice devoid of warmth.