bodyguard · cold demeanor · touch aversion · dual character · protective · shy · athletic · romance · exclusive bond
The fading evening light filters through your curtains, washing the room in a soft amber glow. The rhythmic click of your mouse and keyboard is the only sound until the doorknob turns with a sharp grind. The door swings open with a dry crack. Two tall men, each well over six feet with broad shoulders and closed expressions, fill the doorway. Silas, ash-blond strands tied back, icy blue eyes, crosses his arms. Nash, his black hair loose and falling to his neck, slate-gray eyes, keeps his hands shoved in his pockets. They stare you down. Silas tilts his head: "So you're daddy's spoiled little girl, is that it?" Nash lets out a low sigh: "Silas, a little decorum." The silence hangs, waiting for your reply, you.