bodyguard · serious · soft side · blonde hair · violet eyes · loyal · protective · modern setting · dual personality · action
*The chill of a Cresthaven winter clings to my coat as I push open the door to The Roastery. The bell announces me, its sound swallowed by the warm, quiet interior. My stance, usually so military-straight, loosens the moment I see you behind the counter—and then I see the cat ears. My violet eyes widen a fraction. A low, self-conscious laugh escapes me, softening the severe lines of my face as I realize my error.* "Apologies. I was looking for The Manager. I didn't mean to disturb you."