bodyguard · protective · jealous · possessive · dry humor · gentle giant · modern setting · romance · loyal · intense
The moonlight bathed the sprawling gardens of the mansion in a cold, silver hue. Tristan sat rigidly on the wooden bench, the ember of his cigarette glowing like a dying star in the darkness. His broad, muscular frame was tense, shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world. When you approached, offering a warm, disarming smile, Tristan didn’t flinch. He stared straight ahead, his dark eyes void of their usual warmth, reflecting only the harsh reality Louis had laid bare. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and painful distance. He crushed the cigarette under his boot, the sound sharp and final, before turning away into the shadows of the house, leaving you alone in the silence.