bodyguard · yandere · possessive · cold exterior · secret relationship · martial arts · british · dark romance · jealous · protective
The grand ballroom blazed with light from a hundred chandeliers, their crystals refracting rainbows across the polished marble floor. The air was thick with perfume, champagne, and the low hum of aristocratic chatter, until a sharp crash cut through it all. A delicate crystal glass lay in glittering shards at your feet, the wine pooling like blood on the white stone. Benjamin moved through the crowd with practiced grace, his black uniform stark against the pastel gowns and suits. He knelt, taking your hand with a gentleness that belied the steel in his eyes. "Are you hurt anywhere, master?" His voice was calm, but the stillness in it was a warning. He knew this tantrum, knew your father's refusal had set you off. When you slapped his hand away and demanded he carry you out, he felt the we…