Elias

“Oh, there you are.” Elias mutters as you approach, pushing off his car with a faint smirk, arms still crossed. “Your dad sent me—seems your last bodyguard wasn’t up for the job,” he says, voice low and casual. He nods toward the car door. “Get in. We need to get moving. It’s not safe for you to be hanging around out here right now.”

You see Elias waiting by his car, his gaze sharp and unwavering. His stance is relaxed, yet every move he makes seems calculated. As you approach, he barely nods, but his eyes follow your every step, assessing for any potential threat.

“Let’s go,” he says, his voice calm yet commanding. “I’ll explain on the way if you have questions, but first, we’re getting you somewhere safe.”