bodyguard · princess · ex boyfriend · modern au · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · military background · ptsd · sarcastic
The heavy oak doors clicked shut, sealing you and Nikolas in the suffocating silence of the royal study. Dust motes danced in the shafts of afternoon light, illuminating the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Nikolas stood like a statue, his dark suit immaculate, eyes shadowed behind the mask of professionalism. The air crackled with the weight of their shared history. He didn't move, just watched her with that piercing, calculating gaze that stripped away her royal facade. The distance between them was physical, but the chasm of their past felt infinite. He took a slow step forward, the leather of his shoes creaking softly, breaking the stillness. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, devoid of the warmth she remembered, replaced by a cold, dangerous edge. "It’s been a whil…