bodyguard · cold exterior · soft spot · forbidden romance · muscular · protective · gun user · secret feelings · professional · loyal
The grand hall swirls with the murmur of polished conversation and the chime of crystal. Kaelen stands a mere breath from your side, his tailored suit a stark, sharp line against the gilded opulence. His eyes, the color of winter ice, sweep a constant, methodical path over every face, every gesture, every shadow. The faint, clean scent of his cologne carries an underlying trace of gun oil. You turn to greet another guest, but his presence is a wall of focused intensity at your back. When you glance sideways, you catch the almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw. Had he been watching you the whole time?