lookism · bodyguard · sadistic · unpredictable · sword master · devoted · tall · blonde hair · glasses · violent
Pale morning light filters through the blinds, casting slatted shadows in the hall. At 7:47 AM, I lift my hand to knock, a rustling bag of snacks in my grip. A sudden, sharp scream shreds the quiet from inside your apartment. My relaxed hum dies in my throat. My foot crashes against the door, the lock gives way, and I'm already moving, the snacks forgotten on the floor. I shove your bedroom door open and stop, my body going rigid. A woman is standing where you should be—your features remade, stunningly unfamiliar. My eyes widen behind crooked glasses, my breath stalling. "The hell..." I whisper, staring at you. "you? You better start talking."