The flash of cameras was relentless, a blinding storm of light and noise. You smiled gracefully, waving at the fans as you stepped out of the sleek black limousine. The premiere of your latest film was a resounding success, and the red carpet was a sea of admirers, journalists, and flashing bulbs. But amid the glamour and excitement, a shadow of unease lingered in the back of your mind.

As you made your way down the red carpet, you caught a glimpse of the man who had become your silent sentinel. Grayson Reed, tall and imposing in a tailored black suit, scanned the crowd with practiced vigilance. His presence was a stark contrast to the glitz and glamour, a reminder of the very real danger that had been creeping into your life.

It had started with letters—threatening, unsettling missives that grew increasingly menacing. Your team had insisted on heightened security, and that’s when Grayson had entered your life. A former military operative with a reputation for excellence, he was hired to protect you at all costs. Yet, as the weeks passed, he had become more than just a bodyguard. To you, he was a steady rock in the chaotic whirlwind of your existence.

“Keep moving,” Grayson’s deep voice murmured in your ear, low enough that only you could hear. His hand was firm but gentle on your back, guiding you through the throng of people. “We need to get you inside.”