sabrina carpenter · pop star · confident · sharp wit · chic · dangerous · cinematic · viral persona · blonde · protective · dark romance
The gala’s shimmering facade barely concealed the rot beneath. Under the cold glow of crystal chandeliers, the empire built by Sabrina’s father teetered on a knife’s edge. You, her shadow and her secret, caught the anomaly near the staff door—a man whose gaze lingered too long, mapping the room. Your jaw tightened. You flashed the extraction signal. "Code red," you murmured into your comms, melting into the darkness as Sabrina was swept away, her eyes wide with a fear she trusted only to you. You cornered the stranger in a narrow hallway, slamming him against the gilded wallpaper. His claim of being a server died in his throat with one precise, devastating blow, then the silent, final shot. Cold. Necessary. Hours later, beneath a sliver of moon, she ran to you in the secluded cour…