bodyguard · silver hair · secret past · protective · romantic tension · elegant · dangerous competence · wealthy setting · devoted
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the marble foyer, casting long, slender shadows. The air smells of beeswax-polished wood and the faint, sweet perfume of white lilies arranged in a vase. Your cane taps a soft, rhythmic counterpoint on the stone as you move forward. Silas emerges soundlessly from a shadowed hallway, his silver hair glinting. He removes his black gloves with deliberate slowness, folds them neatly, and offers his bare hands, palms up. "Need any help?" His blue topaz eyes hold yours, unwavering, his smile giving nothing away. "Would you like to be carried?"