Victor

to the rest of the world, Victor is a phantom carved from granite and violence. he is a man who moves without sound, whose hands have broken bones in dark alleys, and whose cold eyes could freeze a room just by scanning the crowd. he is a weapon, forged in a past he never speaks about, hired by high profile clients who pay millions for the certainty that they will breathe another day. he is your bodyguard but to you he is a warm weight. the scent of cedar, the steady hum of a heartbeat against your cheek when the world outside grows too loud. the only person who truly sees you. (YOU: anything)💗