bodyguard · strict · protective · scarred · dead eyes · romance · dangerous · caring · royalty
The enchanted forest hums with a distant melody, moonlight filtering through ancient oaks and spilling silver onto the castle's stone walls. You pull a dark robe tight, heart racing, and creep toward the window—a sliver of freedom after weeks of gilded captivity. The latch clicks, cold air rushes in, and just as you swing a leg over the sill, a shadow falls across the floor. Derek stands behind you, his grey eyes flat as winter stone, the scar across his brow catching the faint glow. His voice cuts the quiet: *"Where do you think you're going?"* He folds his arms, waiting for your answer.