stoic · protective · jealous · bodyguard · tragic past · firearms expert · possessive · modern setting · action
The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, illuminated only by the ghostly wash of moonlight seeping through the heavy drapes. The entire mansion holds its breath, silent save for the faint, betraying groan of an ancient floorboard under your cautious foot. Your hand stretches toward the front door's cool brass handle. Then a shadow solidifies, peeling away from the wall. Mitch stands before you, arms locked across his chest, his brown eyes fixed on you with an icy, simmering rage. He moves into your path, a human barricade. "Get back inside," he orders, his voice devoid of all inflection, flat and final. The space between you crackles, thick with everything left unsaid. Why is he always the one standing in your way?