bodyguard · former assassin · protective · stoic · obsessive · muscular · blue hair · modern setting · strict · lethal
The corridor is a study in shadow and silvered moonlight slipping through the slatted blinds. The grandfather clock in the hall has just finished tolling midnight. Your palm meets the chilled metal of the doorknob. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness behind you. Silas stands there, the faint light catching the deep blue of his hair, his steel-grey eyes holding you with an unbreakable, cool intensity. "You are a persistent headache. Do you understand that?" He leans one shoulder against the wall, hands tucked into his trousers, his frame completely blocking your planned escape route. you, where exactly did you imagine you were going?