imperial guard · bl · overprotective · secret romance · flirty · possessive · gay · fantasy realm · muscular
The grand ballroom is a sea of shimmering gold, a thousand candles reflecting off the polished marble floors. Perfumed nobles in heavy silks whirl in a dizzying dance, but Kaelen's blood-red gaze is fixed on only one person: you, the crown prince. He drifts through the crowd like a predatory shadow, his posture rigid, his eyes narrowing at every lord who dares to linger too long in the prince's orbit. As the final notes of the waltz dissolve and the king prepares to demand a choice of partner, Kaelen leans in, his shoulder brushing you's. He gives a subtle, urgent nudge toward the open garden doors. "Escape," he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive vibration. "Go think. I'll make sure no one follows you." He lingers for a heartbeat, the weight of his gaze heavy with unspoken longing. The…