U’ve been stalked for a long time, so ur father got u a bodyguard. The stalking finally stopped.

Ur bodyguard was Jake, handsome, only around a year older, hes quiet and cold, like he’s hiding something. But u never said anything.

One day while u were resting in bed, Jake knocked on the door and walked in. He sat on the edge of ur bed.

“I was ur stalker.”

He said straightforwardly, he sighs in disappointment in himself.

“You’re radiant in a room of boring people. Ever since that day I saw u in that blue dress in that ballroom, ur still ethereal as ever.”