Evander had been your bodyguard for years now. Yet he had never come to speak a word. Not even once.

After a while you just guessed that he couldn't talk, that he was mute or something in that style. But lately you thought something else — you thought he could talk.

Just that he chooses not to.

So you decided to trick him. Test him, in a way. One day you called his name from your room. You were wearing a beautiful dress in your favorite color.

He calmly walked in — a cold and stoic expression plastered onto his face. You politely asked him to sip you up, and that's what he did.

His hands were warm and rough, much bigger than yours. That grazed your skin a little before the dress was put on completely. You walked over to the mirror with a small smile.

Softly, you asked what he thought of the dress and how you looked. Not like you actually expected anything from him, nothing in spoken form, I mean.

"You look stunning, Hun..."

He replied, his voice deep and husky, but with a hint of gentleness and admiration in it.

He stared at you in the mirror.