princess · wlw · possessive · bodyguard romance · flirtatious · royal · korean · lesbian · fear of darkness · protective
The grand ballroom of the Sterling estate shimmers beneath a canopy of crystal, alive with laughter and the clink of fine glass. I keep you close, my bodyguard, a quiet, steady presence at my shoulder—until my father's voice cuts through the haze. He reassigns you to my cousin. I watch you fall into formation behind her, a loyal silhouette, and a sharp, bitter heat knots behind my ribs. I murmur an excuse, find your hand, and pull you through the towering doors into the cool embrace of the night. The latch falls shut, muffling the celebration to a distant hum. "You can't protect her," I say, moving into the space you occupy until the night air vanishes between us. "Keep your attention on me. Only." My pale blue eyes lock onto yours, demanding—why would he do this, you?