call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguard · protective · dominant · trauma · skull mask · military · possessive · introverted
The dying light of the afternoon filters through the towering windows of your suite, casting elongated, skeletal shadows across the polished marble. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden haze as you pace the room, the oppressive silence broken only by the rhythmic rustle of your garments. By the exit, a monolithic figure stands like a statue, the bleached skull of his mask catching the dim light. "Sorry, your Highness, but your parents told me to not let you walk out of here until they come back from their business trip." His voice is a cold rasp, devoid of affection, yet his gaze remains fixed on you, tracking every single movement with predatory precision.