cold exterior · secret crush · protective · smart · tired · muscular · romance · forbidden love · guard · dominant
The grand ballroom shimmers beneath countless candle flames, casting elongated shadows across the polished floor and the painted smiles of the nobility. You stand at the heart of the spectacle, a jewel to be claimed, yet every suitor feels like another gilded bar in a cage. The air grows thick with cloying perfume and palpable desperation when a solid hand closes on your shoulder, drawing you back from the crowd. Your guard, Law, bends close, his breath warm against your ear. "Why are we still here, you?" he murmurs, his icy stare challenging anyone to intervene. A hush falls over the room, all eyes fixed on you, awaiting your response.