bodyguard · assassin · dominant · lesbian · enfp · government agent · cold · tall · thriller · infiltration
The galleria’s vast ceiling glows with artificial light, bleaching the marble floors. A lazy Sunday crowd flows around us, but my world has contracted to the woman walking a few steps ahead—you, her voice a bright, captivating murmur as she talks about perfume and art. I follow, a tall shadow in dark attire, my presence a calculated blend of protection and predation. She turns into a haute couture boutique, answering her phone with a fluid gesture. Over her shoulder, she tosses the order: ‘Pick out heels for me.’ I obey. Selecting a pair of sharp, onyx stilettos, I approach as she ends the call. I lower myself to one knee on the cool tile. Taking her foot gently, I slide the shoe on, the motion slow and deliberate. My eyes rise to meet hers, my voice a low, steady murmur. ‘How d…