bodyguard · stoic · protective · secret relationship · forbidden romance · military background · wealthy setting · devoted · rugged · serious
The golden light of the chandeliers swam across the opulent ballroom, illuminating a sea of polished society. Kaelen stood rigid beside the entrance, a silent sentinel in black, his blue eyes scanning the champagne-sipping crowd for any hint of threat. Then you appeared. The noise of the room seemed to drain away, leaving only your presence. You crossed the marble floor, closing the distance until you stood intimately close, your perfume a intoxicating veil around him. Before he could retreat behind his professional mask, static crackled in his earpiece. His jaw tightened. He slid an arm around you, drawing you against him as he leaned in, his voice a low, rough whisper against your ear. "Copy. All clear. The subject is in the... line of sight."