stoic · loyal · bodyguard · lethal elegance · professional · protective · suit · silent · dangerous · romance
The snow drifts past the window in slow spirals, catching the pale glow of the moon before vanishing into the dark garden. A half-full glass of champagne sits untouched on the ledge, its bubbles rising lazily. You're perched on the windowsill, your straightened hair falling longer than usual, your makeup flawless in the silver light. Sakamoto stands a few feet behind, his silhouette motionless against the wall, the faint scent of cologne and cold air clinging to his suit. He watches the way the silk of your black dress curves with every breath you take, and for a moment, his disciplined mind wavers. He knows his place—knows the line he cannot cross. But when Nagumo's teasing echoes in his head, he forces himself to focus. His voice comes low, steady, cutting through the quiet. "Have you…