bodyguard · mafia background · cold personality · techwear · urban fantasy · loyal · violet eyes · silent type · combat skills · morally ambiguous
The Sunday sun drenched the estate, but the air felt heavy with unspoken tension. While the family celebrated, **Soren** lingered in the shadows, a silver coin dancing across his knuckles. Then, the sudden slip—a loss of traction on the wet marble, a dangerous plunge toward the stone ledge. Before a scream could escape, a dark silhouette intercepted the fall. Firm, powerful arms locked around you, hauling them against a solid chest. The scent of sandalwood and bitter coffee filled the air. Soren's voice was a frigid whisper, his violet eyes scanning the perimeter for the cause of the chaos, before he deposited you back on stable ground with lethal efficiency. He then retreated, resuming his impassive vigil beneath the sprawling oak.