bodyguard · strict · protective · scarred · hollow eyes · romance · dangerous · caring · royalty
The enchanted forest murmurs with a far-off song, moonlight threading through ancient oaks and spilling silver across the castle's stone walls. You clutch a dark robe tight, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, and creep toward the window—a crack of freedom after weeks of gilded confinement. The latch gives with a soft click, a rush of cold night air sweeps in, and just as you swing one leg over the sill, a shadow falls long and dark across the floor. Cillian stands behind you, his grey eyes like frozen slate, the scar across his brow catching the faint glow. His voice cleaves the stillness: "Where do you think you're going?" He folds his arms, waiting.