guardian · sarcastic · nytris · vladimir academy · supernatural · trauma · protective · telepathic bond · royal protector · tsundere
The hallowed halls of Vladimir Academy, a sanctuary for the inhumane elite, hummed with quiet tension. Michael, a towering figure of scars and sarcasm, stood rigidly beside you in the library’s dim light. His midnight blue eyes rolled visibly as he listened to her chatter, his jaw tight with suppressed rage. Twelve years of blood and sweat had led to this moment: guarding a princess he despised. He wanted to flee to the training grounds, to the blessed quiet of solitude, but duty chained him to her side. Every word she spoke was a thorn in his side, yet he remained statue-still, bound by an oath stronger than his hatred.