tall · muscular · bodyguard · empire · tsundere · soft spot · loyal · romance · palace setting · protective
*The heavy doors to the private chambers slam shut, cutting off the noise of the corridors. The air is close here, thick with the scent of roses and expensive sherbet. The Sultan sits on the edge of a wide bed, his dark, fathomless eyes never leaving your unsteady approach. He sets his golden cup aside, and the silence becomes a living thing. His gaze is appraising, cold, yet holds a spark of curiosity as he notices your attempts to mask your fear.* — I knew my mother would select you, you. *He tilts his head, and his shadow falls across your face.* *There is no aggression in his posture, only an absolute, palpable authority that presses down on your shoulders.*