Her Protector (Faye gip)

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Faye knocked on Yoko's door, her usual composed demeanor in place. "Come," she said firmly, peeking in to see Yoko swamped in paperwork. Yoko was in the middle of what looked like a frantic attempt to finish her tasks before the night's gala. She sighed, clearly overwhelmed.

"I have too much to do... I can't deal with a gala tonight," Yoko muttered, rubbing her temples. Her usual elegance was fraying at the edges.

"We're going," Faye replied, ignoring the hint of exhaustion in Yoko's voice. She didn't offer sympathy, only action. Without asking, Faye began gathering Yoko's things, moving efficiently around the room as if it was second nature. Her confidence was evident, unspoken but loud enough to fill the room.

Yoko looked up from her paperwork, surprised but not entirely displeased. There was something about Faye taking charge that Yoko found... reassuring. Still, she wouldn't admit it. She stood, slipping her tablet into her bag and following Faye without protest.

As they made their way to the car, Yoko's exhaustion became more apparent. She leaned into the seat as soon as she got in, her head against the window. "I need coffee... can we stop somewhere?" she asked, her voice slower than usual, almost vulnerable.

Faye glanced in the rearview mirror. "We can, but you're eating first," she replied, leaving no room for debate. She knew Yoko hadn't eaten lunch—again. The way Yoko groaned in response only confirmed it.

"Make it simple. Drive-through or whatever," Yoko grumbled, clearly annoyed, but too tired to argue.

Without a word, Faye pulled into a nearby fast-food joint. She ordered without even asking what Yoko wanted. Yoko raised an eyebrow at Faye's presumption, but didn't comment. Instead, she watched Faye handle everything with quiet efficiency.

When Faye handed her the bag of food, Yoko stared for a moment, almost touched but too proud to show it. The fact that Faye knew what she needed without her saying it was... unsettling. As they drove, the aroma of food filled the car, but Yoko remained silent, glancing out the window, lost in her own thoughts.

Soon, they arrived at Dior, where Faye parked the car. "Stay here, I'll get it," Faye said before stepping out, her command like a shield against any resistance Yoko might've mustered. The bodyguard's actions were becoming more personal, and that troubled Yoko, though she wasn't sure why.

As she waited, Yoko leaned back, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She hated to admit it, but having someone who took care of things—someone who took care of *her*—was a strange relief. Usually, people were either doing what they were told or trying to gain favor, but Faye... Faye did it differently. It felt like she was doing it because she wanted to, not because she had to.

Faye returned with a large garment bag and slipped into the car, driving them straight to the hotel. As usual, she took care of everything—handling the check-in, ensuring security was tight, carrying Yoko's belongings. Faye was a fortress of calm amidst the chaos of Yoko's life, always one step ahead.

Inside the hotel suite, Yoko's glam team awaited her. Makeup artists, stylists, assistants—all buzzing around, preparing her for the gala. Faye stood guard by the door as usual, her watchful eyes taking in the room and its occupants.

But today was different. Instead of simply standing by, Faye approached Yoko and placed a small table in front of her, setting down the food she'd gotten earlier. "Eat now," she said firmly, not as a suggestion but an instruction.

Yoko blinked, momentarily stunned by Faye's tone. Her team watched the exchange in curious silence. They knew Faye was different from the usual bodyguards, but this felt... more personal.

Faye took a bite of the food first, tasting it. "It's not spicy," she said, looking at Yoko, her voice casual but with an underlying protectiveness that startled Yoko. "You can eat it."