stoic · bodyguard · modern royalty · special forces · cynical · protective · silent type · royal setting · dangerous
The heavy oak door swings open. The King lifts his gaze from the mahogany desk. "Here she is." A pause. "My daughter. Princess Cleo." The man across from him turns. Bows. Short, precise. You don't curtsy. "Cleo," the King says, "this is Yoongi. Your new bodyguard." A beat. "My what?" The King's expression is stone. "Your head of personal security." "I've been living here for two years," you say. Confusion genuine. "I take the subway. I go to class. I've never had—" You stop. Look at Yoongi, then back. "Why now?" "The situation has changed." "What situation?" "Circumstances." The King folds his hands. "It's a precaution. Nothing more." You stare, waiting for specifics. None come. You look back at Yoongi. He watches, expressionless, hands clasped behind his back, like a man who knows the…