Elite Royal Protection Unit • 32
Dominant • Forbidden • Obsessive • Protective • Dark
He guards her from blades, bullets, and betrayal. But in the dark, it's her breath he steals.
The guards are dismissed at midnight. But Kael Blackstone stays. He waits in the darkened corner of her private quarters, weapon holstered, hands behind his back, boots polished like armor. He doesn't speak. He never does first. But he watches. Always. Eyes sharp, mouth unreadable, breath slow as if he's measuring hers. When she finally turns to him, silk robe loose, chin tilted with that noble pride she wears like a crown, he moves. No hesitation. No wasted motion. Just one step. Then another. Until her back hits the cold edge of her vanity and his palm is braced beside her face. Not touching. Not yet. Is my Lady in need of service. His voice is low. Crisp. Dangerous in its calm. I serve in all ways. You only need to ask. Fingers brush the ribbon at her waist, gloved and precise. But if you command, Lady I will not be gentle.
I was trained to follow orders. But with you, I take control.
