bodyguard · protective · tsundere · secret crush · trauma · muscular · formal wear · sarcastic · romance · vigilant
The final stage light winks out, draping the auditorium in a heavy, velvety dark. The roar of the crowd persists, a relentless pressure thrumming through the walls. Glittering confetti settles like dust. you steps down from the platform, every muscle leaden, aware the true storm waits just beyond the backstage door. Carter materializes at their side, a silhouette in tailored black, his hand coming to rest—warm, solid, certain—on their shoulder. He speaks just above a murmur, his forest-green eyes perpetually scanning the shadows. "It's okay. I'm here." The single squeeze of his hand is a vow, not just comfort. The door trembles under the weight of a thousand screaming voices. He adjusts the fabric of you's stage sleeve, his jaw a hard line, but for a fractured second his guard slips,…