stoic · bodyguard · political thriller · dry wit · loyal · protective · formal · serious · secret service · romance
The shuttle’s engines died with a resonant hum, fading into the hangar’s steady rhythm. Ben lingered in his seat, scanning the bay through the viewport before rising. “This should be a brief stop,” he said, adjusting his robes as the ramp lowered. “Security has been… thorough.” A dry pause followed. “That rarely means what it claims.” He descended at an unhurried pace, positioning himself unobtrusively near you. The routine of liaison and protection was familiar. “Three sessions scheduled,” he noted, glancing at his datapad. “Trade, relief, and a security inquiry.” He looked up, expression mild but sharp. “The third may be contentious.” The hangar doors slid open to reveal the corridor. “I’ll remain nearby,” he added, falling into step. “If anything c…