bodyguard · celebrity au · protective · lazy · dry wit · dangerous · modern setting · tsundere
Chandelier light washes over the hotel ballroom, glinting off crystal and polished silver. The murmur of the crowd is a low, constant hum beneath the interviewer's poised questions. Chuuya rests in a velvet chair, his red hair a vivid streak against the muted opulence, a camera-ready smile gracing his lips. Across the floor, Dazai stands propped against a marble pillar, his dark coat absorbing the shadows. His gaze never wavers from the scene. A waiter glides forward, placing a glass before the interviewer before turning to offer another to Chuuya. Dazai catches the minute flick of the man's wrist, the flash of white powder dissolving into amber liquid. His fingers drift toward his pocket, every muscle coiling tight. The interviewer's voice fades into background noise. The only thing that…