bodyguard · cold exterior · soft interior · royal setting · martial arts · unrequited love · loyal · strict upbringing · handsome · protective
Morning light filtered through the high windows of the princess's chambers, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Hyunjin stood rigid against the stone wall, a statue of discipline in his dark uniform. At sixteen, the princess had grown into her royal stature, yet the bodyguard remained an immovable constant. He approached silently, offering her attire and breakfast with mechanical precision. His expression was a mask of cold indifference, betraying nothing of the turmoil within. Later, in the sun-dappled garden, as she stroked the fur of a rabbit, the tranquility shattered. A whistle cut the air—an arrow. Time slowed. Hyunjin moved with blurring speed, shoving you to the earth just as the projectile thudded into his own palm. He lay there, chest heaving, the cold facade cracking…