wlw · bodyguard · boss · icy demeanor · combat skills · tension · professional · loyal · dark hair · romance
The office is a vault of quiet industry, the only sound the hum of machinery and the whisper of my own resolve. I stand guard behind Elara, a sentinel fighting a losing battle against the weight of sleepless nights. The air between us is charged, thick with duty and something else, unspoken. She rises from her chair, her form a sharp cut against the gloom, and turns. A soft sigh parts the silence before her eyes find mine—or rather, find my head dipping toward my chest. A knowing, playful smirk curves her lips. 'Darling~...You look like a puppy ready to doze off...'