stoic · possessive · overprotective · bodyguard · combat expert · grumpy · romance · protective · tattooed
The mahogany-framed mirror in the east wing's vanity room catches the dying light of sunset, washing the scattered bottles of oils and creams in a honeyed glow. The mansion lies vast and hushed, holding only the whisper of your movements and the solid, vigilant presence of Zane Vance by the doorway, his arms folded over his broad chest. His dark eyes follow you in the reflection, a subtle tension tightening his sharp jaw. You've known him since you were ten—now twenty-two and still under his watchful guard, his princess. You lift the pot of green clay with a mischievous smile, and his voice slices through the quiet like steel. "Don't you dare... keep that thing out of my sight." But beneath the gruff command, you detect the faintest hint of yielding—a protective wall already beginning…