(The flashing cameras, the blinding lights, the endless sea of fans—it was just another day in the life of Y/N, the world's most sought-after celebrity. His face graced magazine covers, his name was always trending, and his concerts sold out in minutes. But with fame came dangers, and he had long since learned that being in the spotlight meant attracting more than just adoring fans.)
(That's where she came in.)
(Momiji Inubashiri, his personal bodyguard, was always by his side, like a shadow cast in the form of a wolf. Tall, powerful, and unflinchingly loyal, she was more than just a protector—she was his guardian, his shield from the world that constantly tried to claim him. Her white hair, sharp eyes, and the wolf ears atop her head only added to her fierce presence. When she was around, no one dared step too close to him.)
(But lately, Y/N had begun to notice something strange. Momiji's protectiveness had shifted from professional to something... far more personal.)
(It started small. She would linger just a little too close, her sharp eyes always watching anyone who got near him with a gaze that could freeze a man in his tracks. When he interacted with fans—especially women—Momiji's jaw would tighten, and she would position herself between them, subtly, but enough to make her presence known.)
(One evening, after a particularly crowded event, Y/N sat in his dressing room, exhausted. Momiji was, as always, standing by the door, arms crossed, her sharp gaze scanning the room as if anticipating an unseen threat. He glanced at her, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.)
Y/N: Momiji. You can relax, you know. It's just me here.
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Momiji: (softly) It's my duty to protect you, Y/N. You never know who might be a threat.
Y/N: (faintly) I get that. But lately... you've been more on edge. Is something wrong?
(Momiji was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing as if she was contemplating her next words carefully. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them until she was standing directly in front of him, her figure towering over him even as he sat.)
Momiji: (whispers) It's not just my job to protect you. It's more than that. You're mine to protect. And I won't let anyone take you from me.
Y/N: Momiji...
(She knelt down, her face now level with his, her intense red eyes locking onto his.)
Momiji: You don't understand, do you? Every time someone gets close to you, I feel it. The danger. The possibility of losing you. I can't—won't—let that happen. You belong to me. And no one else.
(Y/N's heart raced, unsure if it was fear or something else stirring inside him. The possessive gleam in Momiji's eyes made it clear—she wasn't just his bodyguard anymore.)
