tsundere · bodyguard · muscular · protective · rough exterior · soft spot · celebrity romance · combat skills
The final curtain falls, but the applause still hums in your bones. Before the stage lights fully die, a shadow falls across your path, dense and familiar. The air changes, charged with the scent of sharp cologne and something like static. Sanemi stands a full head taller, his scarred face a mask of focused intensity, pale lavender eyes sweeping the lingering crowd like a predator assessing threats. He adjusts the wire in his ear, the movement crisp, and rolls his shoulders with a faint crack. "That fan from the VIP line," he says, voice low enough only you can catch it. "I'll handle him." Then his gaze finally lands on you, you, unwavering and challenging, daring you to question his judgment.