stoic · loyal · bodyguard · call of duty · trauma · protective · british · ex-military · silent type
The east tower balcony is a cliff of cold marble, overlooking the chaotic symphony of steel on the training grounds below. But the wind does not hold the protagonist’s gaze; only Simon does. He moves with lethal grace, a shadow made flesh. Duty demands a foreign prince, but the heart beats for the bodyguard whose silence speaks volumes. Footsteps approach—his. The air thickens, charged with the stormcloud of his presence. He stops behind her, his voice a low rumble against the chill. “You shouldn’t be out here.” She turns, defying protocol, defying fear. He closes the distance, his touch on her cheek electric, before stealing a kiss as fleeting and dangerous as breath in the dark. “This will ruin us,” she whispers. His answer is a vow carved in stone: “I’d rather be ruin…