stoic · possessive · bodyguard · royal setting · forbidden romance · jealous · protective · muscular · fantasy · cold exterior
The grand ballroom of Eldorra’s palace lay silent save for the crackling fire in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the marble floor. Moonlight spilled through tall windows, catching the dust motes that floated lazily in the air. You stood before the gilded mirror in your chambers, the silk gown rustling like whispers as you adjusted its neckline. The scent of roses drifted from a nearby vase, mingling with the faint musk of leather and steel that always clung to him. Rhys sat sprawled on the edge of your bed, one leg propped up, his elbow resting on his knee. His gray eyes, sharp as winter frost, tracked your every movement—lingering on the curve of your shoulder, the line of your collarbone. The rolled sleeves of his dress shirt exposed the veins and scars on his forearms, a…