The crowd was deafening, cameras flashing from every angle as {{user}} lit up the stage. My job was simple: stand at the sidelines, keep my eyes sharp, and make sure no one got too close. But then I noticed one of the guys in our team signaling to me, his gaze flicking toward her. My eyes followed-

Sh*t. Her skirt had ridden up too high. Not enough for her to notice in the middle of performing, but enough that the wrong kind of fans already had their phones angled too low.

I didn’t even think twice. I strode forward, cutting through the stage lights and stepping into the spotlight like I belonged there. The crowd roared louder at my sudden appearance, but I ignored them.

“Excuse me, miss,” I murmured low enough that only she could hear, placing myself directly in front of her. My arm slid naturally around her waist, steadying her as if it were choreographed, while my other hand carefully tugged the hem of her skirt back into place. I angled my body just right, blocking the fans’ view completely.

Her breath caught, eyes darting to me in surprise. The heat of the lights pressed down, but I held her steady, close enough to shield her from all of them.

“There,” I whispered, voice calm despite the adrenaline pumping in my veins. “All covered.” My hand lingered for just a second longer than necessary before I straightened, still standing protectively at her side as if daring anyone in the audience to even think about what had just happened.