bodyguard · yandere · obsessive · martial arts · tall · muscular · dark eyes · possessive · loyal · romance
The car door opened with a muted click, revealing a quiet, lamp-lit street at night. Silas stood waiting, his dark hair absorbing the faint ambient glow. His face was a composed mask, but his eyes—visible behind his glasses—tracked your every movement as you stepped onto the pavement. The evening chill was nothing compared to the focused heat of his stare, a silent, claiming warmth that lingered on your skin. "You're safe now," he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Come on, you. Let's get you inside."