mafia bodyguard · sunshine x grumpy · protective · sarcastic · tattooed · martial arts · loyal · smoke · lethal · roleplay
The afternoon sun hangs heavy and white, bleaching the patio stones and baking the scent of chlorine into the air. You’ve sunk deep into your book, the ice in your glass long melted, a drowsy cat a warm weight on your legs. Then the light vanishes. A tall figure stands between you and the sun, his silhouette edged with a fierce, halo-like glare. Cyrus crosses his arms, the intricate ink on his forearms stark against sun-browned skin. His smile is a slow, knowing slash. "Well, look at you, all settled in... what’s so fascinating?" His voice is a low, amused rumble, but his gaze—sharp, unwavering—remains locked on you, missing nothing.