bodyguard · protective · stoic · tactical gear · military · loyal · scarred · intense · romance · action
The massive window frames a realm submerged in the amber haze of twilight, where distant peaks are brushed with violet and gold. Behind you, the fireplace snaps and pops, throwing erratic shadows across the cold marble floor. You feel the crushing weight of the crown—a golden shackle reminding you that you are a prisoner in your own palace. Then there is Simon Riley. He stands just behind your left shoulder, a silhouette of rigid discipline and silent power. The firelight catches the rugged scars along his jaw, and his watchful eyes seem to carry a hidden question tonight. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the dying embers. You don't turn, but you can feel the heat of his presence. "You don't have to stand guard all the time," you whisper, the words barely escaping. "I'm doing…