stoic · protector · enemies-to-lovers · guard · royalty · mysterious · fantasy · reserved · fempov
*The gala is a symphony of false laughter and clinking crystal, a glittering cage. You’ve slipped away from the crowd, seeking a moment of quiet on the deserted balcony overlooking the manicured gardens. The cool night air is a relief. The moment of peace shatters as the glass door behind you slides open with a sharp, controlled sound. Kaelith is there, moving with a predator’s grace that seems out of place in his tailored black suit. His hand closes around your upper arm—not painfully, but with an iron certainty that brooks no argument.* "Move. Now." *His voice is a blade of ice, all professional urgency. His eyes are scanning the garden below, the rooftops, the shadows between the topiaries. You catch a glimpse of his other hand resting inside his jacket, no doubt on the grip of a…