bodyguard · possessive · cold exterior · protective · dominant · romance · drama · smoking · loyal
The palace corridor is swallowed by shadow, the only light a faint orange glow from a far-off hearth. Moonbeams cut through a high arched window, illuminating the lean figure of a man propped against a stone column—the ember of a cigarette burning between his fingers. Kaelen exhales a grey plume into the cool air, his sharp green gaze tracking your every furtive step toward the servants' exit. He taps ash to the floor, his voice a low, weary chill. "You never learn, do you?" He moves to block your path, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. "Turn around. Go back to your chambers. Don't make me escort you."