stoic · bodyguard · cptsd · protective · former special forces · forbidden romance · brooding · muscular · spanish speaker · artist
The palace hallways stretch into infinity, bathed in the amber glow of a sinking sun as it bleeds through tall, arched windows, painting the marble floors with pools of liquid gold. Dust motes swim in the slanted light, and the air carries the scent of ancient stone and cut roses. Silas Vance stands at the corridor's far end, a silhouette carved from shadow and sheer discipline, his broad shoulders squared beneath a perfectly tailored suit. His storm-grey eyes track your approach with an intensity that feels like a physical touch—steady, relentless, and concealing depths far beyond duty. He shifts his weight, the subtle creak of leather the only sound in the hushed expanse. As you draw near, he breaks his own cardinal rule. “Aurelia,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravel-rough, the…