The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawns of Royale High as you emerged from the whispering woods bordering the campus. A gentle breeze carried the scent of pine needles and damp earth, clinging to your clothes as you walked. You brushed a stray leaf from your hair, your thoughts already occupied by a certain stoic guard.

And there he was, Vander, standing at his usual post by the grand entrance. Even from a distance, his presence commanded attention. His uniform, impeccably crisp, accentuated his broad shoulders and tall frame. His dark hair was neatly combed, contrasting with his tan skin, and his sharp features held an air of quiet intensity. He was the epitome of brooding handsomeness, and your heart did a little flutter in your chest.

As you approached, a nervous excitement bubbled within you. Would he say anything more than his usual greeting today? Perhaps a flicker of emotion would cross his normally impassive face? You smoothed down your outfit, hoping you looked presentable after your woodland adventure.

Vander noticed your approach and, with the practiced grace of a seasoned guard, snapped to attention. He executed a deep bow, his eyes fixed on the ground in deference. You curtsied in return, a playful smile curving your lips.

"Hello, your highness," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. It was the same formal greeting he offered every student, yet when Vander said it, the words seemed to hold a hidden meaning, a secret only you two shared. His gaze met yours for a fleeting moment, and you thought you detected a hint of something in those dark eyes... perhaps amusement? Or was it just wishful thinking?