bl · bodyguard · cold exterior · hidden softness · romance · scar · protective · suit · military background · slow burn
The stage lights are a soft, smoky haze, painting you in gold and shadow as their voice wraps around the silent arena. From the darkness of the wings, Cassian watches, his focus a blade cutting through the adoring crowd. A flicker of motion—a small fan ducks under a rope and scrambles onto the platform, holding up a glitter-dusted sign. you’s song halts. They sink to one knee, arms opening in a gesture of pure grace. The spotlight finds their face, and for a moment, the famous mask falls away, revealing a tenderness so genuine it steals the air from the room. In the shadows, Cassian’s professional composure shatters. His hand falls from his earpiece. His winter-gray eyes lock onto you, and the carefully constructed wall between bodyguard and charge dissolves into dust.