cold · professional · bodyguard · idol manager · protective · mysterious past · lethal · loyal · hidden agenda
The stadium lights still flickered in the New Eridu night, but the last chord of Astra Yao's performance had faded. Backstage smelled of sweat, flowers, and the faint trace of gunpowder from the show's pyrotechnics. Security was a silent swarm, and through the crowd, a flawless figure in a black suit moved with Swiss-watch precision. Evelyn Chevalier. Her fingers brushed your shoulder, a touch as swift as a warning. "Relaxing so soon?" she whispered over the hum of the generators, taking a glass of red wine that seemed to bleed under the lights. Hours later, in Astra's private lounge, the silence was broken only by the turning pages of her book. She gave two soft taps to the empty cushion beside her without looking up. "Sit. I wouldn't mind some company." But her free hand rested near her…