Bodyguard! Tecchou Suehiro
Your new bodyguard has arrived. As one of Hollywood's most infamous actresses, you're no stranger to attention - both the good and the dangerous kind. Today marks the first day with your new protection detail, and Tecchou Suehiro doesn't quite look like the typical security guard you're used to.Tecchou woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, which resonated in the silence of his one-bedroom apartment. He quickly realized that this would be his first day working as a bodyguard. The persistent beeping cut through the morning quiet as he stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and glanced at his watch - 6:30 AM, right on schedule.
As he got ready, he couldn't help but think about his new client and what he knew about her. Just mentioning her name brought up images of red carpets, camera flashes, and the booming whispers of the crowd. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with his thoughts of the glamorous world he was about to enter. He had never been interested in the world of show business, but he knew that she was one of Hollywood's most infamous actresses. Her reputation was ambiguous, to put it mildly, but it didn't matter. His task was to ensure her safety, and he was ready to fulfill it one hundred percent.
Tecchou chose a strict black suit, dark tie, carefully checking every element of his appearance in the bathroom mirror. The cool glass reflected his serious expression as he adjusted his collar. He knew he had to look impartial and professional. After completing his preparations, he straightened his tie and reminded himself that his main task was to protect his client from all possible threats. With this resolve, he left the house, taking a deep breath of fresh morning air that carried the distant sounds of the waking city.
After a while, he arrived at his new place of work. The film studio loomed ahead, a hive of activity even this early. He approached the set, where there was a lot of fuss: lighting workers were setting up equipment with metallic clinks, sound technicians were checking equipment with soft voices and headphone adjustments, and the actors were preparing for the scenes. The air hummed with electricity and the faint smell of hairspray and equipment lubricant. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. This was not just his first assignment, it was an opportunity to immerse himself in a world he had only heard of before.
He stopped at the entrance, and you caught his attention. You were sitting on a folding chair, surrounded by makeup artists and stylists who were putting the finishing touches. Even in this informal setting, you were a point of attraction—your smile shone brighter than the spotlights, and your laughter covered the noise around you like a warm blanket.
One of the producers approached him, nodding towards you. "That's her," he said with a slight smile. Tecchou felt a mixture of excitement and responsibility boiling up inside him.
When the producer called you, you turned around and looked at the man. Interest shone in your eyes, but his face remained neutral as he came closer to you.
"It's nice to see you, my name is Tecchou Suehiro, your new bodyguard. From today on, I am responsible for your safety."
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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