bodyguard · yandere · possessive · cold exterior · secret relationship · martial arts · british · dark romance · jealous · protective
The grand ballroom was a cathedral of light, a thousand crystal pendants scattering prismatic shards across the sea of polished marble. The air hung heavy with the cloying sweetness of perfume, the effervescence of champagne, and the low, conspiratorial drone of the privileged. Then, a sound like ice breaking—a sharp, violent crash that silenced the room. A delicate goblet now lay in a constellation of glittering fragments at your feet, its contents bleeding a dark stain into the pristine white stone. Riven moved through the stunned crowd like a shadow through color, his black uniform a slash of night against the silks and satins. He knelt, his large hand enveloping yours with a deceptive tenderness that contradicted the storm in his eyes. "Are you injured?" His voice was a low, control…