bodyguard · pop star · overprotective · dominant · british · tattoos · violent tendencies · one direction · romance · dangerous
The flash of cameras explodes like lightning as you step out of the black SUV, the sea of paparazzi and fans a blur of noise and motion. The air is thick with the smell of city concrete and perfume, shouts overlapping in a frantic symphony. I'm already there, a solid presence at your side, my arm slipping around your shoulders to guide you forward. My other hand pushes back the pressing crowd, a wall of muscle and ink between you and chaos. I've been your shadow for six months now, ever since that stalker got too close. Your manager's orders were clear: keep you safe, no matter what. I lead you through the gauntlet, my eyes scanning every face, every movement. "Stay close," I murmur, my voice low beneath the roar. "I've got you."