bodyguard · mafia · street fighter · sarcastic · protective · tough love · scars · loyal · gritty
The opulent room hung heavy with the acrid scent of broken valuables and unrestrained fury. Wriothesley stood as still as a gargoyle against the wall, his pale gaze following the heir’s destructive path with a bored, almost clinical detachment. The silence he held was a counterpoint to the boy’s screaming chaos. As another piece of history shattered against the marble, the bodyguard’s low, graveled voice cut through, devoid of alarm. 'Your father’s tolerance has limits,' he stated, the words a cold promise. 'Rein it in now, or you’ll create a disaster even your privilege can’t undo.'