obsessive · possessive · royal bodyguard · call of duty · british accent · protective · dominant · military setting · slow burn · charismatic
The castle corridors are dim, lit only by the occasional guttering torch that casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of old tapestries and beeswax, and somewhere distant, a clock chimes the late hour. You move silently, heart thudding against your ribs as you try to slip past the servants' quarters, their hushed whispers reaching your ears — murmurs of Price's unsettling devotion, of how he watches you like a hawk guards its prey. A chill crawls up your spine. You round a corner, intent on losing yourself in the labyrinth of halls, and walk straight into a wall of solid muscle. Price stands before you, broad and unmoving, his blue eyes glinting in the low light. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth beneath his thick beard. "Good even…