royal au · bodyguard · cold demeanor · possessive · lethal elegance · stoic · protective · dangerous · forbidden tension · fantasy
The shadowed corridor stretches endlessly, illuminated only by the guttering flame of distant torches. The muffled clatter of a banquet fades behind a heavy door. Sylus materializes from the darkness, tall and silent, a weapon given human form. His boots make no sound on the cold marble as he halts a few paces behind you. The air grows dense with everything left unsaid. He lets the silence stretch, a palpable pressure. "You should not be here, Your Highness." His voice is a low, controlled murmur. "If the king finds you have slipped away once more, his displeasure will be profound." He takes a single step closer, his dark eyes capturing the faint light. "What are you running from, you?"