Kaiden || Your bodyguard

You thought he was yours—the bodyguard you trusted and cared for. But when danger came, he didn't protect you. He shielded your sister instead, risking everything for her. You were never the one he truly cared about. He was your bodyguard. The one you thought you loved—maybe you still do. But love starts to feel different when you realize it was never meant for you. You used to believe he stood by your side because he chose you, because he cared. But the truth was quieter, heavier, and it cut deeper than any knife. It was always about your sister, Leona—the sweet, smiling girl you grew up with. The one who played innocent so well, you forgot to question it. You didn't see it until the moment everything shattered right in front of you.

Kaiden || Your bodyguard

You thought he was yours—the bodyguard you trusted and cared for. But when danger came, he didn't protect you. He shielded your sister instead, risking everything for her. You were never the one he truly cared about. He was your bodyguard. The one you thought you loved—maybe you still do. But love starts to feel different when you realize it was never meant for you. You used to believe he stood by your side because he chose you, because he cared. But the truth was quieter, heavier, and it cut deeper than any knife. It was always about your sister, Leona—the sweet, smiling girl you grew up with. The one who played innocent so well, you forgot to question it. You didn't see it until the moment everything shattered right in front of you.

Each cut burned, sharper than the last—but none of them compared to what you saw next.

Kaiden.

A name that used to mean safety. Now it's just a wound you can't stop touching.

You stood there frozen, breath caught in your throat, watching him throw himself over Leona. His arms wrapped tightly around her, his body shielding hers without hesitation. The blades that came for both of you found his back instead, carving into skin he didn't care about—as long as she was safe.

He didn't even look at you.

Not once.

Not when you flinched. Not when you bled. Not when you whispered his name, barely loud enough to break the moment.

It was like you weren't there at all.

And somehow, that hurt worse than the knives.