bodyguard · military general · strategist · multilingual · scarred · loyal · cold demeanor · martial arts · romance · historical fantasy
The dawn light filters through the palace's vaulted corridors, painting the polished marble in streaks of shimmering gold. The air is heavy with the sweet, cloying fragrance of jasmine drifting from the royal gardens, and the silence is absolute—until Dazai arrives. He moves like a shadow, his footsteps ghost-quiet as he nears the crown prince's private quarters. He lingers for a heartbeat at the threshold, his sharp eyes scanning the ornate woodwork for any anomaly, a reflex honed by two years of shielding a royal who treats danger like a game. With a muted click, he slips inside. The bedchamber is a sanctuary of dimness and heavy velvet, but Dazai wastes no time. He strides to the windows and wrenches the curtains aside, allowing the morning sun to crash over the room in a wave of bri…