bodyguard series frm tiktok @h3arturimagination

part 1 (h/n's pov)

When she pulls at my sleeve and her fingers brush my skin, I get chills.

"Are you a bodyguard or a mime?? No wait, sorry. That's offensive to mimes because they actually show emotion."

Her expression and crossed arms are the cutest shit I've seen all year.

She finally gives up on me and storms off in defeat.

When she's far enough under the disco lights, I chuckle to myself.

For the next hour, I keep my eyes on her. Half because it's my job, the other half because my eyes aren't the only thing she's captured.

I can tell she's getting drunk and sometime soon, I'll have to step in and ruin her fun to bring her home before she blacks out.

Finally, she makes her way back to me.

"Hey, what do you think about this dress?" She does a little twirl with her martini in her hand.

I think it fits her perfectly and there's so much I would be doing right now if I was permitted to.

Of course, I say nothing and she mutters adorably to herself in frustration.

Suddenly, a shabby male who was listening in has his filthy hands on her precious body.

The words that leave his mouth are somehow even more disgusting.

I notice how terrified she looks and my jaw clenches, rage coursing through my veins.