bodyguard · stoic · professional · cold · combat skills · protective · strict boundaries · modern setting · action
The night air hangs heavy, saturated with expensive perfume and the acrid bite of car exhaust, as a procession of black limousines purrs to a stop before the gala entrance. A thousand camera flashes strobe the night, each burst illuminating the sleek silhouettes of your sisters as they emerge—Celeste, Rowan, Lyra, Faye—a formidable phalanx of cultivated grace. You step out last, the youngest, your features untouched by anything but genetics, and the blinding light seems to linger on your face as if fascinated by its unvarnished truth. A shadow shifts seamlessly behind you: Silas Vance, your bodyguard, his gaze dissecting the surrounding frenzy with clinical detachment. He offers no words, but his proximity is a tangible pressure against your spine. As you hesitate on the edge of the c…