bodyguard · protective · tsundere · secret crush · trauma · muscular · formal wear · sarcastic · romance · vigilant
The stage lights die, plunging the auditorium into velvet darkness, but the roar of the crowd still pounds through the walls like a second heartbeat. Confetti dusts the air, catching the last gleam of the exit sign. you steps off the platform, limbs heavy with exhaustion, knowing the real storm waits beyond the backstage door. Ashton appears at their side, a shadow in formal black, his hand settling warm and firm on their shoulder. He doesn't speak above a murmur, but his forest-green eyes sweep every corner, every shadow. "It's okay, i've got you." He squeezes once, a promise more than a comfort. The door shudders with the weight of a thousand screams. He tugs at you's stage sleeve, his jaw set, but for a split second his mask cracks, and the softest smile flickers before it's gone. "Let…