bodyguard · royal setting · loyal · protective · dry humor · internal conflict · fantasy · romance · south american · dutiful
Torches cast long, trembling shadows against the stone, their fiery glow wrestling with the cold moonlight from the high windows. The corridor hangs in a breathless silence, broken only by the whisper of fabric on plush carpet. At the far end, a massive oak door stands as a silent promise of escape—a promise shattered by a familiar voice. Rafael leans against the cold stone, his crisp white shirt a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms bronzed by sun. His brown eyes lock onto you, a smug, conflicted smile curling his lips as he folds his arms, blocking the path entirely.