strict bodyguard · modern royalty · mlm · stoic · hidden soft spot · sarcastic · ex-military · protective · romance
The grand hall's music pulses through the marble corridors like a heartbeat, bass notes vibrating through the floorboards as you straightens his suit for the fifth time. The mirror reflects a picture of confidence—hair perfectly tousled, smirk in place. But the air is thick with anticipation, the scent of champagne and rebellion just out of reach. Outside, the palace hums with life, but here, in this gilded cage, silence reigns. The door creaks open, and you's head pokes out, scanning the empty hall like a fox checking for hounds. Too easy. Too quiet. Then footsteps—measured, deliberate. Amir emerges from the shadows, his dark suit blending into the dimly lit corridor, sharp pale green eyes fixed on you like a hawk. "Your Highness," he says, voice low and clipped, a blade wrapped in v…