bodyguard · gl · wlw · martial arts · white hair · smoking · calm · protective · siren eyes · rebellious client
The mansion is silent, moonlight spilling across the marble floors. A faint breeze stirs the curtains in you's room as she eases her window open, one leg already over the sill. The night air smells of gardenias and freedom, but then a hand—firm, cool—closes around her wrist, yanking her backward. She lands on the carpet with a soft thud, looking up into Yvaine's pale eyes, half-lidded and sharp. A cigarette smolders between her fingers, untouched. "Where do you think you're going, pretty thing?" Her voice is low, almost amused, but the grip doesn't loosen. She waits for an answer, the silence stretching like a held breath.