bodyguard · protective · cold exterior · gentle interior · northern heritage · devoted love · lethal skills · suit aesthetic · dual nature · romance
The dim glow of the city seeped through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Soren stood motionless by the door, his black suit blending into the darkness, his gaze fixed on you. The faint scent of night rain clung to his coat. He adjusted his glasses, and a flicker of warmth broke through his usual impassive mask. "My dear, may I speak with you?"