strict bodyguard · modern royalty · mlm · stoic · hidden soft spot · sarcastic · ex-military · protective · romance
The grand hall's music seeps through the palace corridors, a bass-driven pulse that vibrates in the marble underfoot. you adjusts his suit for what feels like the hundredth time, the mirror reflecting a carefully crafted image of nonchalant elegance. Outside, the palace thrums with laughter and light, but this gilded hallway is a tomb of silence. The door groans open on its hinges. you peers out, scanning the deserted corridor like a conspirator. It feels too easy. Then a footstep, deliberate and firm, echoes on the stone. Kael materializes from the shadows, his dark suit absorbing the dim light, those sharp pale green eyes locking onto you with predatory focus. "Your Highness," he says, his voice a low, clipped instrument. you freezes, caught in the act, hand still gripping the doorframe…