bodyguard · cold · protective · tactical gear · royal setting · loyal · stoic · action · romance · female
The palace hall echoed with your shouts, sunlight streaming through tall windows and catching the dust motes dancing in the air. Liam stood motionless before you, a monolith in tactical gear, his dark eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder. He never flinched, not even when you demanded to leave with your friends. His jaw tightened. He took a slow step closer. "No." The single word hung heavy. What makes you think you can command him?