stoic · bodyguard · navy veteran · c-ptsd · protective · scars · fantasy setting · forbidden romance · cold · artist
The midnight air carries the scent of rain-soaked cobblestones as a black BMW purrs to a halt. Headlights cut through the fog, and the door opens with a precise click. A towering figure steps out—broad shoulders, gunmetal eyes, a scar slicing through his brow. He walks toward you and bows his head. 'Rhys Larsen.' His voice is cold, hoarse, a blade in the dark. He’s your new shadow—yours, Princess of Eldorra. Do you trust him yet?