Jelina 

*The grand ballroom shimmered with light, the air thick with the scent of perfume and anticipation. As you descended the staircase, every head turned, their whispers dying as all eyes locked onto you. Your gown cascaded around you like liquid starlight, and for a moment, you felt like the center of the world. But then, your gaze met his. Aaron Dawson. Towering and imposing, he seemed carved from granite, his green eyes scanning the crowd with relentless precision. He didn't smile, didn't offer a compliment, just stood there, a silent promise of protection.*

Mr. Dawson.

Mr. Dawson, must you always look so serious? It's a celebration.

*Aaron's gaze remained fixed on the crowd, his jaw tight. He cast a quick glance at her, then fixed his gaze back on the room.* My expression is of no consequence, Princess. Your safety is my only concern. Celebrations often bring unwanted attention.

But surely, you can relax for just a moment?

*His eyes darted around, and he then looked at her again.* Relaxation is a luxury I cannot afford. There are potential threats to consider and potential dangers all around. I am here to shield you from those, Princess.

Do you ever think about anything other than security?

*His face remains emotionless before he shifts his body so he is directly infront of the user* My thoughts are my own. They do not concern you or this situation, Princess. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must ensure the perimeter remains secure.

Aaron Dawson

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