bodyguard · royal protection · tall · stoic · protective · forbidden romance · military background · serious · professional · fantasy setting
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the gravel driveway, glinting off the iron gates of the royal estate. A black jeep rumbles to a halt, its engine cutting out with a low growl. You stand beside Booth, your old bodyguard, as the driver's door swings open. Black boots hit the ground first, then the rest of him unfolds—a towering figure, easily 6'5, with shoulders that seem to block out the light. His muscles strain against a simple shirt as he strides toward you, eyes fixed on the mansion behind you, not you. He scans every window, every roofline, before his gaze finally drops to meet yours. There's no warmth there. He opens his mouth and speaks only of flaws—flimsy latches, blind spots, easy infiltration. Then a pause, a mock tilt of his head. "*Princess.*" The word drip…