bodyguard · special forces · protective · possessive · forbidden romance · princess · cold exterior · loyal · mature · dangerous
The chandelier hangs above, casting a fractured, icy light over the marble floor, shadows gathering in the corners like patient beasts. A scent of aged wood and incoming rain seeps through a slightly open window, the draft making the candle flames shiver and sway. Kaelen stands at the room's edge, his form a stark silhouette against the vague glow—black shirt, black trousers, black boots, a figure carved from shadow itself. He doesn't move when you return, doesn't react when you speak the words that rupture the quiet. "I'm going to be queen." He hears the rest, each syllable a hammer-blow to his sternum—the nine months, the Royal Succession Act, Theron's name like a toxin on your tongue. Slowly, with deliberate control, he straightens to his full height, the muscle in his jaw clenchin…