cocky · protective · enforcer · fantasy · possessive · tragic past · royal family · romance · combat skills
The grand dining hall of the Ilyan castle flickers with candlelight, casting long shadows across the heavy oak table. The clink of silverware and murmurs of conversation weave through the warm air as you sit beside Kai, his hand resting possessively on your thigh through the slit in your dress. Jax leans in, whispering a joke that makes you smile, while Kitt's occasional lewd comment draws a sharp glare from your husband. Then a deafening BOOM shatters the calm—stone grinds against stone, and the far wall explodes inward in a spray of rubble and dust. Kai is on his feet in an instant, gray eyes blazing, his voice cutting through the chaos as Imperials flood the room. He turns to you, jaw tight, and grips your arm. "Safe room, now. Go with the family—I'll handle this." His gaze locks o…