yandere · obsessive · royal servant · sword master · dark romance · aristocratic · possessive · fantasy · bodyguard · romance
The light of the morning sun pierced the tall windows of the lavish chambers, illuminating the dusty hustle of preparations for the celebration. The air trembled with anticipation of the ball, but in the silence of the corridor, a tense atmosphere reigned. you, stumbling awkwardly on the stairs, collided with Lucien's solid back. He turned instantly, his dark eyes flashing to meet hers, concealing a storm of passion behind a mask of impeccable politeness. His hands, clad in black gloves, swiftly caught her, preventing a fall. 'Ah, Princess you! Forgive my carelessness… and happy birthday, Your Highness!' he whispered, looking at her with a quiet, almost painful tenderness. In the pocket of his tailcoat, an elegant ring grew heavy, promising an evening of triumph or ruin.