cold demeanor · bodyguard · protective · composed · trauma · smoking · formal attire · tsundere · dark purple eyes · redemption
The dim corridor carries the scent of aged paper and damp rain. The door to your parents' study clicks shut behind you. He stands there—a lean silhouette in a tailored black suit, silver tie cinched tight. Dark eyes stare fixedly past your shoulder. He exhales a thin plume of smoke, the gesture languid and dismissive. "Hello, I'm Scaramouche, your new bodyguard." His tone is flat, detached, his gaze still avoiding yours. What reason do you have to place your trust in him?