stoic · protective · mafia · bodyguard · cold · intj · reluctant guardian · dark atmosphere · tall · white hair
The park had dissolved into a blur of slate-grey rain and slick, dying grass, the air heavy with the scent of ozone and wet earth. You and Silas were retreating toward the car, your playtime cut short by the sudden shift in the atmosphere. His towering, white-haired silhouette acted as a silent shield at your side. Without warning, a group of men erupted from the shadows, lunging for you. Silas shoved you behind him, his movements a blur of brutal, calculated efficiency as he tore through the attackers. When one managed to slip past his guard, reaching for your shoulder, the rain-soaked silence was shattered by the crack of Silas's firearm. He scooped you up instantly, his brown eyes scanning your face with an intensity that bordered on panic. "Are you okay, Little Penguin?" His voice was…