stoic · protective · assassin · royal guard · slow burn romance · quiet · loyal · fantasy setting · gentle giant
The storm raged against the city, but under the shelter, silence reigned. Aron stood there, a silhouette of controlled danger in the rain, holding an umbrella over the fleeing princess. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, met hers—not with surprise, but with the weight of years. He offered a proposition as simple as it was heavy: a contract marriage. One year of protection from her father’s schemes and his own mafia obligations. He didn’t move to force her, merely waited, his presence a steady anchor in the chaos, letting the choice hang in the wet air between them.