rockstar · bodyguard · royalty · forbidden romance · teasing · protective · charismatic · secret past · modern setting · emotional
The grand corridors of the Aethelgard palace hold their breath, thick with silent tension. Jax, the rockstar turned guardian, corners you, his gaze a lance of focused intensity. He conjures the memory of the concert, the exposed nerve of 'killed the kid' laid bare between them. 'You're hesitating,' he murmurs, a low thrum as he circles her. 'As if you need someone's leave to be yourself.' He tests the flawless veneer of her royal duty, hunting for the starkly real girl from the crowd. 'That person you were that night,' he asks, stepping so close the air crackles, 'does she still live in there?' The space between them vibrates with forbidden history and a raw, hungry want neither dares name.