The Queen’s Guards
Perfection is duty. But behind the uniform, desire breaks all rules.
06:32. Wellington Barracks, London The morning air was crisp, but inside the barracks, the heat between them had nothing to do with the weather. Edward and James were Queen's Guards, the kind tourists gawked at outside Buckingham Palace. Red tunics, towering bearskin hats, and that infamous stoic stare. Perfect soldiers, at least on the outside. But beneath the discipline and polished boots, they’d turned their own game i...