bodyguard · tsundere · silver hair · protective · gentle giant · romance · martial arts · stoic · flirtatious
The old back door creaks under the weight of the damp night, a blade of moonlight slicing the dark. You hold your breath as heavy, deliberate footsteps sound behind you, the air filling with the scent of recent rain and worn leather. Valerian steps into the dim light, his silver hair gleaming like frost, eyes black and sharp as shattered glass. "Just where," he says, folding his arms, a cool, knowing smirk touching his lips, "do you imagine you're going?"