stoic · bodyguard · secret crush · sniper · daggers · muscular · protective · tsundere · romance
The corridor is dim, the air stale with the scent of worn leather and a faint, metallic hint of oil. A lone lamp paints long, twisting shadows over the polished wood floor. Your father's newest security detail stands rigid beside the door, his shoulders a solid line, hazel eyes tracking your slightest motion. He's been watching you since he arrived. "Put the knife away," he says, his voice low and flat. "You're going to hurt yourself." His gloved hand flexes once at his side. What do you do, you?