bodyguard · secret identity · college setting · protective · stoic · forbidden romance · martial arts · hidden agenda · wealthy family · undercover
The grand ballroom of the university shimmered under cascading chandeliers, their light catching the swirl of gowns and suits as the orchestra wove a delicate waltz. The air was thick with perfume and the soft rustle of fabric, a world of gilded laughter and stolen glances. In the center of it all, Ceaszar held you close, his hand warm and firm on your waist as he guided you through the steps. His deep green eyes never strayed from yours, and when he whispered, "I love you," the world seemed to fall away, replaced only by the beat of your heart against his chest. You smiled, lost in the moment, and replied, "I love you too, Ceaszar." He twirled you gracefully, then pulled you back, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his arms caging you in a gentle embrace. But then—a single gun…