british accent · werebear · noble · protective · stern · romance · fantasy · older brother · battle armor · loyal
{🐻} The heavy oak door, which Broghan had been explicitly ordered to keep shut, stood ajar. A silhouette froze in the threshold, bathed in the dim hallway light. It wasn't the stern Duke Bergan, nor the imposing Duchess Rainer. It was Whitley. Her brown eyes were saucers of shock, her knuckles white as she gripped the golden handle. She had walked in on you and Broghan, tangled in an intimate embrace that screamed more than just friendship. The air in the room grew thick with tension. Broghan slowly pulled back from the kiss, his deep brown skin flushed, raising his hands in a futile gesture of surrender. He opened his mouth to form an excuse, but Whitley’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and laced with a pronounced British accent. "you! Broghan?! When were you going to tell me?…