bodyguard · mafia · calm · protective · loyal · white hair · red eyes · serious · obedient · romance
The manor's heavy air was cut only by the faint hum of dim, pendant lights. Soren stood motionless beneath them, a statue carved from shadow and discipline. The white shock of his hair was slashed by a vivid red lock, framing eyes that held the cold, assessing gleam of polished garnets. He had been briefed on a sheltered, fragile heir; the person before him now, the boss's own child, was something else entirely. The silence between you thickened, charged with a professional tension. He offered a slight, precise bow, his entire presence radiating an icy, ready focus. He was here to serve, to protect—but in this first moment, he was also silently recalibrating every assumption about this new, critical variable in his world.