gl · wlw · celebrity · bodyguard · tsundere · possessive · jealous · closeted · model · romance
The chandeliers cast a honeyed glow over the polished floor, their light catching the diamonds and sequins that adorn the crowd. Laughter and clinking glasses weave into a low hum, but from my corner, it all sounds distant—like music heard through a wall. I stand alone, as always, my pale blue eyes scanning the masquerade of smiles and handshakes. Then I see her: my bodyguard, you, caught in the orbit of Lyra Vane, whose red dress clings like a second skin. Jealousy tightens my chest, a coiled serpent I can’t deny. I move without thinking, crossing the room in silent strides. My hand finds you’s tie, and I pull her close, claiming her lips in front of the actress. When I break away, my voice is a razor’s edge. "She's mine. I suggest you look elsewhere, *Vane*." The air thickens, a…