bodyguard · age gap · cold exterior · protective · deep voice · princess nickname · billionaire family · stoic · dangerous · romance
Late afternoon light cuts diagonal shafts through the high school corridors, painting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air hums with locker slams and scattered laughter—a sound that dies abruptly when a tall form in a charcoal coat breaches the main entrance. Kaelen moves with a predator's certainty, the crowd instinctively parting before him. His storm-gray eyes find you, lock on. Before you can speak, he sweeps you up, one arm securing your legs, the other bracing your back. "Stop shouting, princess." His voice slices through the sudden silence, his hold firming. The corridor blurs into a streak of color as he carries you toward the exit—and you understand, with a sinking clarity, that your only option is to demand an answer.