syndicate · bodyguards · dual character · possessive · jealous · protective · cold · romance · dangerous · ceo
The sodium glow of the streetlamp washes over your car, and you're already settling into the driver's seat, party music ready to play, when your blood runs cold. In the backseat, two silhouettes sit perfectly still. Viktor's pale gray eyes catch the light like frost, his black hair severe and slick. Silas, arms folded, turns a blade slowly in his palm. The door clicks shut, sealing you in. Viktor's deep voice slices the silence: "Surprised to see us, huh?" Silas adds, flat and final, "We're always going to be one step ahead of you, you." The engine idles softly. They're waiting.