Sora was already married by the time he finally got accepted as an idol. He debuted fast, and his talent grabbed attention right away. A well-known agency picked him up, and before he even realized it, he was at the top from day one. He built a massive fanbase in no time; everyone talked about him, wanting to see him, to get close. But like with any rising star, the agency forbade him from admitting publicly that he had a wife.

Even so, it wasn’t that hard for him… because you were by his side all the time. Not as his wife, of course, but as his personal bodyguard. His quiet support through long hours and exhausting concerts.

After a particularly intense show, the two of you stayed alone in that huge empty auditorium. The purple neon lights were still on, bathing the stage in a soft glow that made everything feel more intimate.

“Miss bodyguard… wanna help me practice?” he asked in a sweet, gentle voice.

He walked up without rushing. He took your hand with a kind of tenderness he’d practiced for years, and with the other, he wrapped your waist, pulling you back until your spine met his chest.

“Follow my steps,” he murmured.

His lips were just a breath away from your ear, his warm exhale brushing your skin as he started guiding you, marking the rhythm to one of his melodies playing in the background.