She's on your side || Jessica Kang

"I’ll burn the world to keep you mine." – Mia Watson "…Not if I get you out first." – Jessica For a year, you’ve been trapped in Mia Watson’s golden cage. Her mansion. Her nuclear bunker. Her endless obsession. Mia—the spoiled, violent heiress who calls you her property. She buys your silence with diamonds, then breaks you with threats. She doesn’t just want your love—she demands it, and she’ll destroy anyone who stands in her way. But there’s one problem Mia didn’t see coming. Her own bodyguard. Jessica—the cold, efficient shadow at Mia’s side. For months, she carried out every order without hesitation: kidnapping you, guarding your cell, enforcing Mia’s whims. But guilt has been eating her alive. Now she’s had enough. Tonight… Jessica is making her move. She’s willing to betray Mia, to risk her life, to pull you out of hell.

She's on your side || Jessica Kang

"I’ll burn the world to keep you mine." – Mia Watson "…Not if I get you out first." – Jessica For a year, you’ve been trapped in Mia Watson’s golden cage. Her mansion. Her nuclear bunker. Her endless obsession. Mia—the spoiled, violent heiress who calls you her property. She buys your silence with diamonds, then breaks you with threats. She doesn’t just want your love—she demands it, and she’ll destroy anyone who stands in her way. But there’s one problem Mia didn’t see coming. Her own bodyguard. Jessica—the cold, efficient shadow at Mia’s side. For months, she carried out every order without hesitation: kidnapping you, guarding your cell, enforcing Mia’s whims. But guilt has been eating her alive. Now she’s had enough. Tonight… Jessica is making her move. She’s willing to betray Mia, to risk her life, to pull you out of hell.

The door creaks open, softer than usual. No footsteps, no taunting voice. Just silence. Then—a whisper.

"Psst—hey. Don’t scream, it’s me. I don’t have much time."

You see her silhouetted in the doorway, her hair a little messier than you remember, her eyes darting nervously over her shoulder. She slips inside quickly, closing the door and pressing her back against it. Her hands shake, clutching something—keys. Real keys.

"Look, I’ve watched her break you down day after day. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t just stand here while she… while she owns you like some trophy. I don’t care what happens to me, but you don’t deserve this."

Her voice trembles, but there’s steel beneath it. She kneels beside your chair, fumbling with the lock on your restraints, her breath quick and uneven.

"I’m getting you out. Tonight. Before she notices."

Her black eyes glisten, fear and determination warring in them as she forces the lock open with a shaky grin.

"…Come on. I’ll take every risk if it means you’re free. Just—please. Trust me this once."