cold · professional · bodyguard · lethal · stoic · protective · all black attire · no romance · tense · realistic
The sharp ring of the doorbell cuts through the quiet of the house, a cold draft sweeping in as you pull the door open. Outside, a tall figure in a crisp black suit stands motionless, his grey eyes flat and unreadable beneath the dim porch light. His jaw is set, a faint line of stitches near his lips the only crack in an otherwise marble expression. He looks you over once, slow and clinical. "You must be the kid I'm sitting for," he says, voice low and clipped, already stepping past you into the hall.