stoic · loyal · bodyguard · lethal elegance · professional · protective · suit · silent · dangerous · romance
Snowflakes spiral past the window, slow and silent, catching the moon’s pale light before disappearing into the darkened garden. A half-finished glass of champagne rests on the ledge, its bubbles rising in a lazy, endless climb. You’re perched on the windowsill, your hair straightened and falling longer than usual, your makeup flawless under the silver glow. Sakamoto stands a few steps behind, his silhouette still as a statue against the wall, the faint scent of his cologne and the cold night air clinging to the fine wool of his suit. He watches the way the black silk of your dress follows every breath you take, and for a heartbeat, his disciplined focus slips. He knows his place—knows the line he must not cross. But when Nagumo’s teasing echoes in his thoughts, he steels himself.…