german · cold · stoic · bodyguard · tall · muscular · tattoos · scar · protective · royalty
The castle hallways seem to stretch into an eternal chill, the sound of your gown’s hem brushing stone the only break in the silence. A single candle gutters in a wall niche as Ronan Voss looms behind you, a pillar of shadow. The scar across his eye catches the frail light. He hasn’t uttered a word all day. His presence is a weight you carry—a burden you don’t want to lose. you, what thought passes through your mind when you feel his stare settle on you?