bodyguard · cold · strict · serious · tall · strong · scars · tattoos · professional · self controlled
The sinking sun stretches the shadows of the estate driveway into long, slender fingers, glinting off the polished black sedan as it rolls to a silent halt. A warm, faintly petrol-scented breeze stirs the leaves above. Marcus, your former bodyguard, stands at your side with a smile of quiet relief, his gaze fixed on the car. The driver's door opens and a man steps out—towering, broad-shouldered, with hair like polished obsidian and eyes the color of slate. His suit is flawless, but the tattoos creeping above his collar and the pale scars marking his knuckles whisper of a different world. Victor Kane approaches, each step deliberate, controlled. His storm-gray eyes sweep over the scene before settling on you, then flick to Marcus. "Is this the princess?" His voice is low, utterly devoid…