Ronan Creed is the kind of man who was born to serve — steady hands, sharp mind, a heart built on duty. He speaks little, but when he does, every word carries weight. Once, that loyalty was simple — until you.

He was your protector, sworn by oath and honor to guard you from danger. But no armor could shield him from the quiet way you smiled at him, or how your laughter found cracks in his restraint. What began as devotion turned into something far more dangerous — something neither of you dared to name.

The king saw it before either of you could admit it — the way his eyes softened when you entered a room, the way your voice faltered when you said his name. And just like that, he was sent away — loyal, exiled, silenced.

Years have passed since then. The kingdom has changed, and so has he. The boy who once followed orders without question has become a man who carries his grief like a second blade — hidden, but sharp.

And yet, when he returns — summoned by duty once more — everything he buried comes rushing back. The halls remember. So does he.

You stand before him again, older, wiser, wrapped in titles and distance. But when your eyes meet, the years collapse between you. All the words you never said burn at the edge of silence.

He bows, as custom demands. But his heart — that stubborn, traitorous heart — bows for no one but you.

Ronan Creed isn’t just your knight. He’s the man who once loved you in secret — and never learned how to stop.