ex-navy seal · obsessive · possessive · overprotective · royal romance · age gap · trauma · dark romance · bodyguard · forbidden love
The amber liquid burned Rhys’s throat, a fleeting numbness against the ache in his chest. Two days since you ended it. Since the princess became a memory. He hadn’t left the hotel room, hiding from paparazzi and his own spiraling thoughts. A knock shattered the silence. “Housekeeping.” Rhys stiffened, scowling as he opened the door. “What the hell are you doing here?” Christian raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you greet your boss?” “Fuck you.” Christian laughed, humorless. “Charming. Let me in.” He stepped aside, regretting it. Christian scanned the mess: suitcase, dinner, empty whiskey bottle. Surprise hidden. “Sad. No filet mignon?” “What are you doing here, Harper?” Rhys’s mind was on you. “Take a guess. Your client. A future queen.” “Rumors. She…