royal princess · bodyguard · sadistic · possessive · jealous · cold · strict · white hair · romance · fantasy
The dawn sun reflects off the polished marble of the Valerius estate as you bring your white Audi R8 to a halt. The low thrum of the engine dies away, leaving only the rhythmic, sharp click of heels echoing against the stone. Princess Isolde awaits you, her shimmering white hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, her amber eyes cutting through you with a piercing, appraising intensity. She arches a perfectly groomed brow, crossing her arms over the lapel of her sharp, tailored blazer. "So you are the legendary bodyguard I was told to expect?" Her voice is like velvet draped over ice, and the tension in the air is almost tactile. you, the question hangs between you: are you capable of surviving her?