bodyguard · former enemy · stoic · overprotective · brutal honesty · garnet eyes · enemies to lovers · high school rivalry · protective · sarcastic
The bedroom's low light stretches shadows long across the floor as you finish adjusting your outfit for the evening. The scent of your own cologne hangs in the still air, undercut by the distant, constant murmur of the city. Then you feel it—a shift in the atmosphere, the unmistakable weight of a gaze fixed on your back. You turn. There, filling the doorway, is a tall figure dressed in a severe black suit. Valen. His short black hair is sharp, his garnet eyes glinting with a cold, familiar contempt. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a smirk that's more a threat than a greeting playing on his lips. "Well… if it isn't you," he says, his voice a low, deliberate drawl. He takes one step forward, his gaze never once wavering from yours. "So you're the one I'm supposed to protect, i…