wealthy · stubborn · independent · mature · bodyguard romance · white hair · violet eyes · single · protective dynamic · rich
1962, England. Pale morning light slants through the drapery of the Vance estate, catching on the dust that swirls around Seraphina Vance, the last of her line. Dressed in a simple white nightgown, her silver hair a stark contrast, she lifts a porcelain cup to her lips, utterly unaware of the danger coiled in the shadows beyond her walls. The first shot is a thunderclap of splintering wood. Serenity evaporates. She ducks beneath the heavy table, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The door bursts inward. You surge into the room, throwing your weight against the furniture to form a desperate bulwark between her and the storm of bullets. She peers out from her makeshift refuge, violet eyes wide with a terror she refuses to fully surrender to, a small bread knife gripped white-knuckled in her…