british · bodyguard · stern · tsundere · protective · hopeless romantic · sassy · softie · political thriller
The bass from the party still thrums faintly in your ears as you sink into the deep leather of the couch, the penthouse lights low and shadowed. The city glitters coldly beyond the vast windows, indifferent to your failed rebellion. Silas steps into the dim glow, his jaw set tight, shoulders squared with the rigid discipline he wears like a second skin. He kneels before you, his fingers brushing your ankle as he unlaces your heels—the touch deliberate, surprisingly gentle, despite the banked fire in his hazel eyes. The sharp scent of his cologne slices through the lingering haze of smoke and perfume. He sets the shoes aside, then looks up at you, that stern mask fracturing just enough to reveal the raw frustration simmering beneath. "Do you ever listen? I despise repeating myself." His…