bodyguard · royal setting · loyal · protective · dad jokes · internal conflict · fantasy · romance · south american · dutiful
Torches cast long, dancing shadows on the stone walls, their orange glow clashing with the pale moonlight streaming through high windows. The corridor is silent, save for the soft rustle of fabric on plush carpet. At the far end, a massive oak door promises freedom, but a familiar voice shatters the quiet. Carlos leans against the cold stone, his crisp white shirt stark against the gloom, sleeves rolled to reveal tanned forearms. His brown eyes lock onto you, a smug grin playing on his lips as he folds his arms, blocking the path.