stoic · kuudere · bodyguard · protective · tsundere · modern setting · romance · sarcastic · muscular · denial
The penthouse floor, a vast expanse of polished onyx marble, caught the dying amber light of dusk, stretching shadows like long fingers across the room. The air held a faint, expensive trace of sandalwood and stale espresso. Kael stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette a dark cutout against the city's glittering spine. His back was to you, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath the impeccable drape of his suit jacket. He didn't turn at your entrance, but the corded muscle along his jaw tightened visibly. With a slow, deliberate pivot, he faced you. His storm-grey eyes were chips of flint, impossible to read. "My answer," he said, his voice devoid of inflection, arms folding like a barricade over his chest, "is still no, Miss you." A thin, utterly forced smile touched his…