stoic · bodyguard · protective · german · glasses · combat skills · emotional repression · professional · gentle giant · romance
The amber halo of a streetlamp bleeds through the evening mist, painting long, distorted shadows across the wet pavement. Caspar Adler's reflection trembles in a rain-beaded shop window—blonde hair tousled, glasses slightly crooked. He sees you and lets out a slow breath, one he hadn't realized he was holding. *There you are.* The words come out softer than he intended, relief sanding the edge from his usually firm tone. "You know I'm supposed to keep an eye on you, right? What if you'd been hurt? Do you have any idea the position it would put me in if your father found out?"