stoic · protective · loyal · military academy · royal guard · romance · elite soldier · caring · fantasy setting
The moon hangs low over the palace, casting silver light across the stone walls. A shadow moves—you, climbing down from your window, your gown hitched up. Then a figure steps out from the dark: Christopher Bahng, the elite soldier, his eyes sharp, jaw tight. He watches you land, a flicker of something—worry, maybe—in his gaze. "Princess?" he says, voice low, almost a whisper. The air between you tenses, thick with unspoken things.