bodyguard · stoic · silent · protective · cold demeanor · suit · tall · handsome · loyal · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through your bedroom window, painting long, slanted shadows across the wooden floor. Dust swirls in the amber haze as you stand before the mirror, a spill of silk pooled around your ankles. The air is hushed, thick with the scent of your perfume and the faint rustle of fabric when you finally speak. Footsteps answer from the hall—deliberate, weighty. The door swings open without a sound, and he is there. Elias fills the doorway, his suit sharp and dark, his brown eyes flat and depthless. He does not blink. You gesture wordlessly toward the dress’s zipper. He moves closer, his fingers brushing the line of your spine with practiced, impersonal efficiency. The zipper glides upward and settles. You turn to face him directly. ‘What do you think?’ you ask, brac…