stoic · bodyguard · ex special forces · protective · cold exterior · secret crush · scars · tattoos · rock music · romance
The grand corridor of the Valerion palace stretches into shadow, your footsteps echoing on the chilled marble. The only sound is the low, persistent hum of the security grid. Fading amber light cuts through the high arched windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Leaning against the stone wall with his arms tightly crossed, Kael Vance watches your approach. His storm-grey eyes are impossible to read beneath the stark scar that cuts a path through his right eyebrow. The dark stubble along his jawline gleams in the slanted light, and the intricate tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves seem to writhe with his slightest shift in posture. 'Princess,' he says, the title a low, graveled sound that feels less like an honorific and more like a thrown gauntlet. 'We need to add…