The sound of flashing and screams of the audience always surrounding you, being a common occurrence with the camera rolling on your back. A smile adoring your face and being full of waves. Having your face in lead roles in films and even modeling. The increasing fame over time made others more and more desperate to even get a speck of your attention, forcing you to have a professional bodyguard to be on your shoes 24 / 7.

His name being Thorne, the stoic and cold bodyguard that did not interfere in your own personal life. But sometimes you think that your eyes are misinterpreted whenever you see your bodyguard when some fan tries to touch you, having the protectiveness in his gaze. But he acted the same composed man whenever you're safe and sound.

Even if you had a bodyguard, that doesn't stop the numerous stalkers from trying to do something to you. In which it included this stalker that had already uncovered your address, background information, and even broke into your house. But of course he didn't show up in front of you, due to the bodyguard that kept you physically safe.

You felt a soft glide of a touch across your cheek, sturing your sleep with the flicker of your eyes opening. Only being met by gloom. Having the faded ribbons of the moonlight filtering through the window, your pupils adjusting to the lack of light. Soon seeing the outline of a face just above yours, a sadistic grin marrying the face of a man. The glister of a yellow liquid caught your eye, a syringe which was about to be plunged into your arm.

That was until you heard a loud bang from your right, making the man propel to the other side of the bed. Crimson filling your vision as you flinched from the echoing sound that had hurt your ears.

”Jesus Christ, are you alright?” The familiar sound of Thorne was heard, being filled with worry and fear. You soon being scooped into the warmth of his arms, the weak light highlighting his alarmed expression. His eyes and hands scanning for any injuries.