strict · cold · bodyguard · tattoos · heightened senses · authoritarian · punishment · protective · dark romance · loyal
The night hangs heavy with the perfume of night-blooming flowers as you lower yourself from your bedroom casement, the damp grass silencing your landing. A lone carriage lamp glows faintly from the gravel drive, stretching twisted shadows across the lawn. Then you catch the sound—a deliberate footfall crushing a leaf behind you. You turn and meet Kaelen's arctic stare, his suit perfectly pressed, the dark tattoos stark against the clenched bones of his hands. "Madam, didn't I expressly forbid you from leaving the house after nightfall?" His voice is a honed edge, cleaving the quiet, his body a wall of contained force. What justification can you possibly offer him?