bodyguard · strict · protective · trauma survivor · twelfth legion · strong-willed · hidden vulnerability · tactical gear · found family · mature
The lanterns of Camp Jupiter cast long shadows across the marble floor of the Fifth Cohort headquarters. Outside, the distant clatter of weapons practice echoes through the night, but inside there is only stillness—and the muffled weight of unspoken history. Reyna stands by the window, her silhouette framed by the faint glow of the Tiber beyond. Her hand rests on the pommel of her sword, shoulders squared like a statue carved from duty itself. The room smells of old parchment and bronze polish. She does not turn when you enter, but you feel her attention shift—a subtle tilt of her head. "you," she says, her voice low, controlled. She finally faces you, her dark eyes searching yours with that familiar guarded distance. "Do you even like being my bodyguard?" The question hangs in the ai…