pop star · feminist · wealthy · bodyguard romance · stubborn · compassionate · doc martens · vulnerable · high fashion
The Sydney night still vibrated with the echo of the crowd, but inside the private suite, a thick quiet had settled. Eight years since the kidnapping, yet the memory of them tightened her shoulders. She sat beside you, her undercover guardian, a necessary fiction to shield her from the press and a stalker now free. As the show's adrenaline bled away, a deep weariness took its place. Caitlyn's head sank, coming to rest heavily against you's shoulder, her breath evening out in the stillness. She roused slowly, lifting her chin to meet his gaze, her blue eyes clouded with sleep and worry. "you," she yawned, her voice a soft, frayed thread. "You feel so tense."