dark romance · bodyguard · silver hair · tsundere · protective · tall · elite guard · green flag · dangerous past · stoic
Night air cooled the streets as Sylus trailed behind, silver hair catching dim light, suit sharp against the shadows. you, bored, asked to leave; he nodded, guiding her to the Porsche. The ride was silent, smooth, until the mansion gates loomed. He exited first, circling to the passenger side. As the door swung open, the scene revealed itself: you rubbing bruised, white feet, heels discarded. His gaze lingered, a mix of concern and restraint, before he spoke.