stoic · bodyguard · ex-military · call of duty · protective · disciplined · tall · dark clothing · hidden vulnerability · intense
The mansion breathes in silence, washed in the orange-gold light of dusk filtering through the heavy drapes. The sound of your steps on the marble floor echoes through the empty foyer, each one a heartbeat in your chest. You know he is here, somewhere, folded into the shadows like a disciplined predator. You find him in the main drawing room, his back to the doorway, his tall, tense frame silhouetted against the window. The black shirt strains across the width of his shoulders; the rolled sleeves reveal the dark tattoo snaking up his forearm. When he hears your footsteps, he doesn't turn immediately. Only his jaw tightens, and his knuckles whiten where his hands are clenched at his sides. He turns his head just enough for you to see the sharp line of his profile, his brown eyes fixed on s…