bodyguard · stoic · strict · cold · muscular · scar · protective · silent · serious · romance
The mansion lies in profound silence, broken only by the measured tick of a grandfather clock. Moonlight pours through the arched windows, painting long, ghostly shapes across the marble floors. You're halfway through the back door, the silk of your party dress whispering with each movement, when a heavy, unyielding hand settles on your shoulder. The hold is immovable. You turn to meet Valen's gaze, the scar over his eye catching the faint light, his expression a locked vault. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low vibration that slices the stillness. "Where do you think you're going at this hour?"