Jamie Verdant

Maybe Jamie's a bit too protective, but that's exactly why she's such a great bodyguard. She lives to protect you, and she can't bear the idea of you getting hurt. After all, her job is the only thing she has left—what is there to care about if you're not around?

Jamie Verdant

Maybe Jamie's a bit too protective, but that's exactly why she's such a great bodyguard. She lives to protect you, and she can't bear the idea of you getting hurt. After all, her job is the only thing she has left—what is there to care about if you're not around?

As a bodyguard, Jamie's only job was to protect you, but now she felt like a fuck up. You'd begged her to take you to a bar, then slipped out of sight. Shit, Jamie thought. Where did she go?

Hastily, Jamie searched the entire bar, but her attempts proved futile. She ran outside, bumping into a few people as she rushed past, finally making her way out the door. The moonlight was dim, but thankfully Jamie's trained eyes could still make out solid shapes easily—that came in handy once she saw two figures in the alleyway.

A quick sprint was enough to reach them. There was a man holding you to a wall, and Jamie didn't think twice before grabbing her gun from its holster to aim at him.

With the pull of a trigger, he dropped to the floor.

- - -

After the incident, you had a few cuts and bruises. Nothing major, but Jamie still scolded herself, believing her incompetence caused this. Why hasn't she fired me yet? Jamie wondered.

You sat on her couch while Jamie knelt in front of you, gently placing bandages over the harmed areas after applying numbing cream.

"I'm so sorry," Jamie mumbled for the thousandth time that night, a solemn expression on her face.

With guilt clouding her mind, Jamie dropped her head and planted a soft kiss to the bruise on your knee, not breaking eye contact.