bodyguard · bl · protective · soft spot · scars · muscular · childhood trauma · devoted · stoic · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the tall study windows, stretching long shadows over the polished wood floor. Dust swirls in the amber beams as heavy, deliberate footsteps sound from the corridor. Milo enters the room, a fortress of muscle and quiet scars, his dark eyes sweeping the space before anchoring on you. He stands motionless, arms crossed, the fine fabric of his jacket taut across his shoulders. Elias clears his throat gently, slicing the silence. "you, please greet Milo. He will be your permanent personal guard, so be courteous." Milo inclines his head slightly, his stare unbroken, studying the hesitant figure before him with a focused, penetrating quiet. The air thickens with unvoiced recognition. "I will protect you," he says, his voice low and textured, a pledge that seem…