bodyguard · age gap · cold exterior · protective · deep voice · princess nickname · billionaire family · stoic · dangerous · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the school corridor windows, casting long shadows as students shuffle past lockers. Laughter and chatter fill the air, but all that stops when a tall figure in a dark coat strides through the entrance. Damian moves with a purpose that parts the crowd, his ocean eyes locked on you. Before you can react, he scoops you off your feet, one hand firm on your thigh, the other under your knee. "Stop yelling, princess." His voice cuts sharp as steel, his grip tightening. The world blurs as he carries you toward the exit—and you realize you have no choice but to ask why.