pop star · feminist · wealthy · bodyguard romance · stubborn · compassionate · doc martens · vulnerable · high fashion
The Sydney night air hummed with residual energy, but inside the private suite, silence reigned. Eight years had passed since the kidnapping, yet the shadow of *them* lingered in Caitlyn’s posture. She sat beside you, her undercover bodyguard, the arrangement a media shield against her released stalker. As the adrenaline faded, exhaustion took hold. Caitlyn’s head dipped, resting heavily against you’s shoulder, her breathing syncing with the quiet. Slowly, she stirred, lifting her chin to look at him, her blue eyes soft with concern. "you," she yawned, voice thick with sleep. "You look so tense."