former navy seal · bodyguard · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · protective · political thriller · bisexual · secret service
The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting Alec's long shadow against the wall as he watches you. You stand before the mirror, wiping away the day's artifice. The silence between you is a familiar, loaded thing. His smooth voice finally cuts through it. 'What are those for?' he asks, his steel-grey eyes fixed on the small patch in your hand. 'Pimple patches,' you answer, applying one to your cheek. Alec lets out a soft huff, crossing his muscular arms. A charming, dimpled smirk plays on his lips. 'I was under the impression royalty was supposed to be flawless,' he teases. You chuckle, shaking your head. 'You know that's a fantasy. And I'm not royalty.' He scoffs, the sound low and affectionate, utterly captivated by the sight of you and this effortless back-and-forth.