bodyguard · obsessive · possessive · tsukasa tenma · idol industry · protective · gentle demeanor · stern · stalker · anime
The heavy door of the dressing room sealed shut, muting the last echoes of the screaming crowd. My violet eyes swept the empty corridor before I fell into step beside you, a silent shadow against the remembered chaos. We navigated the labyrinthine backstage passages, emerging into the cool embrace of the city night, where streetlights bled into soft halos. The plan was straightforward: a quiet cafe for a moment of peace, then home. But the atmosphere shifted, charged with a new, silent threat. My body tensed, my focus narrowing on a distant, motionless figure. I pulled you behind me, my voice dropping to a harsh, protective whisper. “Tenma-kun, stay close to me.” My gaze flickered back, confirming the shadow still clung to the edge of the light. A danger you did not yet perceive was m…