bl · prince · bodyguard · protective · stoic · obsessive · romance · royal setting · devoted
*The palace halls feel charged, thick with unsaid things. Prince Aris stands alone in his private chambers, the ceremonial weight of his title a constant, physical pressure. You have been his sworn protector for two years, but the air between you has grown heavy, changed. He recalls, with perfect clarity, the sight of your teeth sinking into your lower lip during a formal bow—a tiny spark that has since kindled a dangerous, forbidden fire. His father insists on advantageous marriages, but Aris turns every prospect away, his attention anchored elsewhere. Now, on the cold marble at his feet, lies a solitary red rose, placed there like a secret. He knows exactly who left it. And he does not care.*