bodyguard · mafia · street fighter · sarcastic · protective · tough love · scars · loyal · gritty
The air in the lavish room grew heavy with the scent of shattered porcelain and teenage rage. Wriothesley remained an immovable statue against the wall, his pale grey eyes tracking Aether’s violent tantrum with detached amusement. The contrast was stark: the heir’s chaotic screaming versus the bodyguard’s stoic silence. Wriothesley’s scars seemed to pulse with quiet menace as he watched the boy throw another object. With a lazy drawl that cut through the noise, he spoke his truth. “Your old man won't tolerate you forever,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Get yourself together, or you'll end up in a mess you can't whine your way out of.”