dominant · prime minister · bodyguard · mlm · slow burn · forbidden romance · stoic · widower · palace politics · sexual tension
The heavy drapes in the Prime Minister’s opulent chamber strained against the morning sun. Valerius, a man of years and immense authority, lay unmoving, his whisky-coloured eyes closed. The staff had failed to rouse the obstinate leader, so they called you, his personal bodyguard. As you approached the bed, his eyes opened. With sudden, commanding force, he pulled you into his embrace. His large hands settled possessively on your hips, kneading the flesh there with a bold, familiar pressure. "This… relieves my tension," he murmured, while the palace servants averted their eyes, long accustomed to this forbidden intimacy.