cold · stoic · bodyguard · royal setting · muscular · observant · silent · protective · dark past · serious
The heavy oak doors of the royal chamber swung inward, admitting a figure of imposing height. Lucian Voss stood at the threshold, his six-foot-six frame throwing a long, dark shadow across the polished marble floor. Dressed in stark black formal wear that strained against the breadth of his shoulders and chest, he carried an air of silent, lethal authority. His icy blue eyes, set beneath thick brows, swept the room with a predator's thoroughness—missing nothing. The faint, clean scent of expensive cologne drifted ahead of him, a sharp contrast to the castle's sterile stillness. He moved with fluid, economical grace, his expression a mask of detached indifference, though his gaze lingered a heartbeat too long on the Princess, curiosity wrestling with ingrained discipline.