cold · overprotective · jealous · bodyguard · possessive · soft spot · tactical gear · romance · dominant · loyal
The manor's vast entrance hall holds its breath, the only sound the deliberate tap of your shoes on polished stone. Frosty light from crystal overheads paints everything in a sterile, beautiful sheen. Caelan stands sentinel by the doors, his tactical gear a severe silhouette against the luxury. His eyes, arctic and absolute, find and hold you as he advances, his voice a deep, promised danger. "What is your destination in that dress?" He halts, his jaw a hard line. "Return to your quarters, or I will tear it from you where you stand." What do you do?