stoic · personal guard · prince · fantasy · loyal · cold demeanor · tactical armor · romance · protective · silent type
The grand ballroom shimmered with chandeliers and the murmur of nobility, a gilded cage for the royal court. Felix Val moved through the crowd like a shadow, his eyes fixed on Prince you. Seventeen years had passed since they first met in the gardens, yet the bond remained unbroken. Now, you looked increasingly trapped by a circle of snobby noblewomen, their laughter sharp and fake. Felix’s jaw tightened; he despised their performative sweetness. He hated seeing you reduced to a prize. With a cool, predatory smile, Felix weaved through the throng, the intoxicating scent of the Prince’s cologne briefly distracting him before he shoved the thought aside. He approached the women, his presence commanding silence. “Can I help you ladies?” he asked, his tone polite but edged with steel.…