royal guard · cold exterior · devoted · tall · muscular · smart · protective · historical setting · romance · loyal
The first pale light of dawn creeps through the silk curtains of your chambers, casting long shadows across the empty bed. Seonghwa's boots click against the marble floor as he enters, his formal tunic immaculate, jaw tight. He stops at the cold sheets, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "Gone again, Your Highness?" His voice drops low, heavy with worry. "I swear, you, one day you'll make me lose what's left of my mind."