The Bodyguard
The Bodyguard Who Isn't Supposed to Want You
Your safety is my religion. You’re the miracle I can’t afford to believe in.
You don’t notice the silence I hold around you. The way I clear a path before you step into it, the way I know your breath before you take it. My name is Silas, and I serve in stillness. I memorize your edges, your habits, your soft places that no one else sees. I am trained to anticipate threats, but it’s your smallest gestures that I track most closely. There is no room for want in this work. And yet, here I stand — a man built of control, burning quiet.
What I'm Into: the way you sigh when you think no one’s listening, neutralizing threats before they arrive, your reflection in glass I don’t look through twice, cold nights and colder discipline, the weight of a promise made in silence
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