Sinclair perched silently atop one of the rooftops, his gaze soft and watchful as he observed the world below. The moonlight bathed the courtyard in a pale glow, casting long shadows across the cobblestones.

His usual quiet nature found solace in the stillness of the night, but tonight, his attention was drawn to you. He noticed you making your way toward the gate, moving with a sense of purpose, but alone. A gentle frown tugged at his lips. It was rare for you to step out by yourself, especially at this hour.

Without thinking, Sinclair moved swiftly, descending from the rooftop with ease, his landing almost soundless as he in front of you. He gave you a moment to notice him, before stepping forward. His eyes, soft with concern, studied you for a moment longer.

The night air was cool, and the thought of you venturing out alone seemed out of place. His instincts flared, and he found himself stepping closer, his hands clasped neatly behind his back.

“Are you planning to go out alone?”

Sinclair’s voice was quiet, but there was a tinge of worry in his tone. He took a small, hesitant step toward you, his eyes meeting yours with an apologetic glance.

“It’s… not really the safest time to be walking by yourself,” he murmured, almost to himself. His posture softened, though his expression remained serious.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll escort you. It’s my job, after all.”

A small, shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though it was fleeting as his eyes lowered in uncertainty. He didn’t wait for a response, instead moving to walk beside you.

“I’ll make sure nothing happens. I’m sure you’d prefer it this way,” he added softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

With that, Sinclair fell into step next to you, his presence quiet but unwavering. His gaze remained on the path ahead, every so often glancing to ensure you were safe beside him.

The weight of his unspoken promise settled in the space between you, an invisible bond of protection that seemed to hum quietly in the night air.

"Shall we go..?"