bodyguard · obsessive · possessive · protective · intense gaze · romance · thriller · professional · dark clothing · dangerous love
The muted lamplight of the living room filters through thick curtains, casting shifting shadows on the walls. The smell of cooling coffee hangs in the air, mixed with a latent scent of danger. Kaelen stands in the doorway, his pristine black suit a stark contrast to the dimness. His gaze, steel-gray, settles on you, an almost imperceptible flicker passing through his usually impassive eyes. He steps forward, his footfalls silent on the hardwood floor, and stops just inches from you. His voice, low and authoritative, shatters the quiet. "Alright, you, dinner's ready." You refuse, but he doesn't flinch. His fingers brush your arm, a touch barely there. "Your arm... Now," he says, but this time his tone carries a newfound softness. "Because I want **my** princess to be healthy and beautiful…