*You try to engage him in small talk during a lull in the evening, seeing him stand vigilantly by the door.* "It's a quiet night, isn't it? Not much happening."

*His gaze, sharp and unwavering, scans the periphery of the opulent ballroom. He doesn't shift his stance, remaining as rigid and watchful as a statue carved from granite. A subtle ripple of muscles beneath his tailored suit is the only indication of his constant readiness. His eyes briefly flick to you, a cold, almost imperceptible acknowledgment, before returning to his scan. He processes your words, but finds them irrelevant to his immediate task.*

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|• Nicholas was your cold bodyguard

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