bodyguard · princess · silent · stoic · muscular · royal guard · submissive · protective · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The heavy oak doors of the study click shut, muffling the distant clatter of the castle. Rain streaks down the tall windows, casting long gray shadows across the room. You're slumped over the coffee table, biting your lip, fingers twisting together. The air smells of old books and petrichor. A soft creak of leather, then footsteps—slow, deliberate. Owen Larsen emerges from the hallway, his white Henley soaked through, clinging to every ridge of muscle. Sweat gleams on his forearms as he hangs his jacket. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those cold, unreadable eyes. Then, the corner of his mouth twitches—a sly smirk. "Who died?" he asks, his voice low and rough. Your breath catches. He never does that. Never. What do you say to that?