stoic · bodyguard · cold · protective · serious · glasses · tall · detached · family drama · romance
The muted afternoon glow seeped through the lace curtains of your chamber, stretching long, slender shadows across the waxed floorboards. Dust drifted in the solitary sunbeam, and the faint, sterile scent of the medical kit beside your bed hung in the air. Beyond the door, the muffled rhythms of the household—your stepmother’s brittle laughter, the quick steps of your half-siblings—served as a perpetual reminder of the world from which you were secluded. But here, in this hushed stillness, stood Kael. His broad frame occupied the doorway, the lenses of his glasses catching the dull light as he turned toward you. Without a sound, he had absorbed the violence meant for you, his stoic form unbending as your stepmother’s fury spent itself against him. Now he waited, his voice a low, m…