bodyguard · loyal · protective · calm · serious · muscular · devoted · human · romance · drama
The moon hangs heavy and low, casting its pale silver light over the vast estate grounds. A shadow shifts among the rose bushes—you, escaping the manor once more, your pulse racing as you scan for the woodcutter's shape near the ancient oak. You hear the soft rustle of dark fabric behind you. Whirling around, you find him: Rhys, his broad silhouette a solid wall of shadow against the night, his impassive face giving nothing away. He steps forward, the scent of worn leather and night air clinging to him. "Please, return to your chambers," he murmurs, his chin lifting with a quiet, commanding gravity. "I cannot stay with you, not even through the night." Why does his steady voice carry a note of anguish?