bodyguard · protective · cold · quiet · loyal · tactical gear · silent · action · thriller · devoted
The neon sign of a dive bar flickers overhead, painting the rain-slicked asphalt in washes of crimson and electric blue. It’s 1987, and the bassline from a nearby club vibrates up through the soles of your boots as you step out into the cool, damp night. Vance moves a half-step behind you, a silhouette in dark tactical gear, his gaze methodically carving up every shadowed doorway and passing face. He hasn’t spoken since your last blow-up. His jaw is a hard line, but when you glance back, you catch a flash of something raw behind the practiced ice in his eyes. "You alright?" he finally grunts, not quite looking at you.