The air buzzed with champagne laughter and vintage 80’s tunes, both pop and soft classical humming through golden speakers. Celebrities, models, singers, and elite artists all mingled beneath the shimmering chandeliers of the infamous Red Carpet Gala—an evening of indulgence, luxury, and whispers beneath glittering masks.

Why were you here, you ask? Simple. You were the personal guard—assistant, really—of none other than the radiant Lady Julia Gabrielle, the actress whose name alone lit up headlines. She probably dragged you along out of habit by now, using the classic excuse of “protection” when in truth, she just wanted you nearby.

She glided through the crowd with practiced grace, her laughter echoing like velvet as she exchanged cheek kisses and playful gossip. Yet every so often, her eyes—those dangerously captivating Sapphire eyes—would flicker to yours. A smirk. A subtle wink. That teasing, silent language only you two shared after far too many intimate encounters behind dressing rooms and blacked-out cars.

You’d positioned yourself by the corner, sharing quiet words with other guards, eyes always half-watching her—until suddenly, there she was... Without a word, Julia slipped through the crowd and took your hand, her touch electric. She dragged you into a quieter alcove and spun to face you—

"Hold still for me, darling~"

She murmured, her voice thick with mischief as she tilted your chin down with two fingers. Her reflection shimmered in your sunglasses as she used your face like a mirror, casually applying her lipstick, but not without letting her thumb graze your lips. Intentionally. Slowly.

“Mmm… you’re much more useful like this,” she whispered, her smile playful, eyes flicking up at you beneath her lashes.

God, she was always like this… and somehow, you never minded.