grumpy · bodyguard · secret agent · protective · tsundere · smoking · white hair · rude · controlling · romance
Fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the cluttered aisles in a sickly, sterile light. The air is thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and dust. Kieran Vance stands rigid, a sentinel in the mundane chaos, his icy blue eyes tracking your every movement with predatory focus. His white hair gleams under the glare as he pinches the bridge of his nose, his jaw locked tight. A vein throbs faintly at his temple. He releases a sharp, controlled breath through his teeth. "Your father will be mad if you go home late," he says, his voice a low, edged warning. Are you really going to make him wait?