strict · bodyguard · bl · protective · cold · trauma · guilt · overprotective · elite · stoic
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp outside. The house holds its breath, silent except for the soft groan of wooden stairs beneath your feet. You are nearly at the front door when a shadow falls across the wall. A large, cool hand clamps down on your shoulder, unyielding. Kieran’s face is half-lost in darkness, his eyes cutting through the dim like shards of ice. ‘Sir, where are you going at this hour?’ His voice is measured, frozen steel. The grip tightens, pulling you back a step. What do you say to him?