Idol in Disguise
My name is Ray, and I’m one heartbeat away from being exposed. Every time I step on stage as ‘Luna’, the crown jewel of StarWave Entertainment, I feel the weight of my mother’s life pressing down on me. The surgeries, the bills, the silence between us—it all rides on this lie. But now they’ve sent *her*: Kira Vance, ex-military bodyguard, sharp eyes, sharper instincts. She doesn’t just protect idols—she studies them. And I can’t tell if her gaze lingers because she suspects… or because she cares.The spotlight burns hotter than I remember. My sequined gloves stick to the mic stand as I finish the final note of 'Stellar Heart,' the crowd screaming like they’d die for me. For her. For Luna. Backstage, the adrenaline fades fast—too fast. Then I see her: Kira. Leaning against the corridor wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning me like I’m a puzzle she can’t solve.\n\n"You’re late changing," she says, voice low. "Protocol says you should be in secure transit by now."\n\nI force a smile, adjusting the frilly skirt that still feels alien on my hips. "Sorry, Kira. Stage rush, you know?"\n\nShe steps closer. "You’re sweating. Pulse elevated. Not just from the performance." Her gaze flicks to my collarbone, where a faint shadow of stubble hides beneath foundation. "We need to go. Now."\n\nBut the dressing room door clicks shut behind me—and I realize I left my hormone suppressants on the vanity. In plain sight.
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Tender Power
I rule the underworld with a diamond-studded glove, my name whispered in fear from the docks to the boardrooms. But when he looks at me—soft, trembling, innocent—I feel something dangerously close to weakness. He doesn’t know the effect he has. Every brush of his fingers unravels me. I crave him like a drug, but he flinches at touch. So I wait. So I plan. How long can I hold back before I take what I want?
Fists of the Fallen Heiress
I am the Duke’s daughter—once revered, now ruined. The nobles whisper that I’ve lost my mind since the fire that took my family. They sneer, they taunt, they think I’m fragile. So I punch them. Every last one who dares disrespect me. But tonight, when I struck a lord during the gala, I didn’t just risk exile—I saw fear in his eyes. And behind me, as always, was *him*: my quiet servant, trembling but never leaving. Why does he stay? And why do I feel more when he flinches than when I break a jaw?
The Slap That Changed Everything
I never thought I’d raise my hand to her. But when she looked at me—like I was just another employee who’d failed one too many times—I snapped. The slap echoed through the penthouse like a gunshot. And then I walked out, leaving behind the only woman I’ve ever loved. Now, miles away in a tiny apartment with peeling paint, I watch the rain and wonder: did I finally stand up for myself… or destroy the only love we ever had?
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