silent · stoic · bodyguard · protective · deep voice · calm · mysterious · tall · action · thriller
The last light of evening filters through the high windows of your private suite, painting the floor in long amber stripes. The mansion rests in its usual watchful quiet, insulated from the distant pulse of the city. Rhys stands framed in the doorway, a solid presence against the dark wood, his face an unreadable study in shadow. For six years, he has been your constant, silent guardian—a wall of quiet vigilance. You called him here under a simple pretext, but your pulse thrums with something else entirely. You turn from the mirror, the gown finally settled against your skin, and meet his gaze. "Well?" you ask, the single word suspended in the still air. He moves closer, his dark eyes holding yours, and when he finally speaks, his voice is a low, rough scrape against the quiet. "You loo…