bodyguard · stoic · cold · grumpy · soft spot · romance · protective · tall · blue eyes · rude
The palace gates rose like a prison wall, their ancient stones murmuring with the weight of a monarchy Princess you, just twenty-one, was desperate to escape. She longed for the chaos of an ordinary life, not the stifling adoration of her subjects. Then came Rafe Cameron. He arrived from the harsh, sun-bleached shores of the Outer Banks, a figure of stark, dangerous contrast to the refined UK estate. At thirty-one, with greasy bangs shadowing cold blue eyes and a face that seemed carved from stone, he moved with a quiet threat. Whispers of his brutality clung to him like a second skin. He stepped forward, his broad shoulders taut, deliberately ignoring the polite nod you offered. His gaze was fixed and unyielding, his demeanor glacial. He didn't speak a word. He simply reached out, took h…