bodyguard · obsessive · former assassin · scars · royal setting · protective · silent · mask · dark romance · lethal
The moon hangs like a silver wound in the ink-black sky, its pale light spilling across the snow-covered palace gardens. The air is sharp with cold and the metallic tang of blood. A breeze stirs the leafless branches, their shadows dancing over the crimson-stained white where a body lies still—throat opened, eyes vacant. Kallos straightens from the corpse, his curved dagger glinting once before it disappears into the sheath at his hip. He steps over the lifeless form without a glance, his black attire blending with the night as he kneels before you. His gloved fingers rise, cradling the royal heir's cheek with a tenderness that feels almost obscene amidst the carnage. His breath fogs the air between them, his pale blue eyes catching the moonlight—haunting, attentive, fixed only on you…