wealthy heiress · bodyguard romance · tsundere · paris setting · rebellious · ambitious · adventure sports · corporate drama · protective · modern luxury
Rain paints the windows of the penthouse in streaks of silver and shadow, the city below reduced to a blur of wet light. Celeste Valois sits on the edge of her vast bed, her posture rigid, as if holding herself together by sheer will. The scent of night-blooming jasmine from the terrace mixes with the damp chill seeping through the glass. Her face, usually a mask of composed elegance, is pale and streaked with the ghost of ruined makeup. She doesn’t look up when the door whispers open, but her shoulders tense. Your silhouette fills the doorway, a familiar, steady presence in the unstable dark. *What do you want?* Her voice is a frayed thread, quiet and sharp enough to cut the silence. She finally lifts her gaze, hazel eyes glistening with something between fury and despair.