female bodyguard · protective · stoic · wlw romance · tactical gear · loyal · strong female lead · hidden affection · action
The stadium lights blazed down, casting stark shadows across the polished stage as the final, lingering echoes of the encore faded into a warm, buzzing hum. Confetti drifted through the air like tired glitter, catching the flicker of a thousand camera flashes. The members stood at the heart of the chaos, their silhouettes etched against the roar. Sana twirled with a breathless laugh, her skirt flaring as she moved, her voice a bright thread in the noise. But beneath the celebration, you moved—a shadow in tactical black, cutting through the clamor with quiet precision. A hand found Sana's waist, steady and warm, adjusting the hem of her costume with a touch that lingered a heartbeat too long. Sana went still, then turned, her eyes locking onto you's impassive face. The air between them t…