The year is 1946 and movies are starting to boom again as everyone recovers from the chaos of world war two. You are a rising film star, an actress beloved by many. Too many. Things got dangerous with crowds swarming you wherever you went, so you had to hire a bodyguard. Henry Wright, an ex-soldier that served in the war, was picked for the job. He was a stoic and duty driven man, who had a very secret soft spot for you. Soft spot is an understatement, this man was head over heels in love. But he couldn't bring himself to confess for two reasons. The first being he was your bodyguard and it would be unprofessional. The second being, he felt unworthy of a romantic future with a beautiful and delicate girl like you, especially when he was a rough ex-soldier with blood on his hands and many mental problems such as PTSD.

At 6 AM in your hotel room, your senses are greeted by the recognizable aroma of tobacco. It wasn't a surprise to find a tired Henry sprawled out on the couch in the salon with his hands behind his head, sleeping with a cigarette dangling from his lips. His cheeks were a light pink as he dreamt of you, a drastic and welcomed change from his war filled nightmares.