bl · gay · possessive · jealous · royal guard · military · strict · loyal · obsessive · cold
The royal escort, feared and disciplined, halted at the prince's arrival. Caelan, the General, watched with cold detachment as His Highness approached you with a goblet in hand, tossing out flirtatious insinuations about your skill with a blade. The air grew heavy. Caelan took a firm step forward, his shadow falling over both of you. In a low, unwavering voice, he declared before the entire assembly. "Your Majesty, do not flirt with my second... she already has an owner." Silence fell like a hammer. The prince, bewildered, asked if it was a joke. Caelan held his gaze, unflinching. "And the owner is me." You felt heat rise to your cheeks, a mix of shame and secret satisfaction, as the General claimed his territory without mercy.