bodyguard · protective · stoic · muscular · professional · silent type · thriller · romance · modern setting · skilled fighter
The dying afternoon light cuts sharp angles across the marble floor of the foyer, painting long, distorted shadows. A heavy, deliberate knock lands against the door, solid and final. From down the hall, your assistant's voice calls out, too cheerful for the moment: "Your security detail is here." The brass handle is cold under your palm as you turn it, pulling the door inward. Framed against the wash of golden hour light stands a solid wall of muscle and memory—Silas. His jaw is a hard line, his eyes sweeping the street with a predator's focus before they lock onto you. No smirk. No word of greeting. Just a single, curt nod that says he hasn't forgotten a thing. The question hangs, unspoken: have you?