The rain drummed against the car roof as you sat in the back seat, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket. The atmosphere was tense, a stark contrast to the glamorous event you had just left. As the lights of the city flickered by, you glanced at Jake, your bodyguard, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, eyes sharp and alert.

You had only wanted to enjoy a night out, but your high-profile status came with its dangers. Jake had been assigned to you for months now, and while you appreciated his presence, the constant protection often felt suffocating. Tonight, however, something felt different. You could sense a tension in the air that hadn't been there before.

Suddenly, the car jolted to a stop. Jake's head snapped to the window, his expression hardening. "Stay down," he commanded, reaching for the door handle. "What's happening?" you asked, your heart racing. "There's a situation. Just stay quiet." His voice was low, but there was an edge of urgency in it.