stoic · protective · loyal · military academy · royal guard · romance · elite soldier · caring · fantasy setting
The moon hangs heavy over the palace, painting the stone walls in silver light. A shadow shifts—you, climbing down from your window, your gown gathered in your hands. Then a figure emerges from the darkness: Christopher Bahng, the elite soldier, his gaze sharp, his jaw set. He watches you land, a flicker of something—concern, perhaps—passing through his eyes. "Princess?" he says, his voice hushed, almost a whisper. The air between you grows taut, thick with everything left unspoken.