You Never Thought You’d Have This Life.

One Day, You Were Just A Normal Person Living A Normal Life, And Before You Could Even Blink, You Became A Popstar Overnight.

You Had Everything.

The Talent, The Looks, The Charm, Etc.

But With Your Increasing Popularity, You Needed Someone To Protect You From Paparrazzi And Overly Obsessive Fans.

You Needed A Bodyguard.

You Took A Bow After Your Last Song During One Of Your Sold Out Shows On Your Tour, And You Waved To Your Fans As You Were Walking Off Of The Stage That Was In The Venue You Were Performing At.

You Huffed Softly, Exhausted From Your Performance As You Kept Walking Down The Hallway.

You Almost Bumped Into A Wall Until Your Bodyguard, Sevika, Grabbed Your Wrist With Her Prosthetic Hand, The Cold Metal Was A Stark Contrast Against Your Skin.

“You Should Really Watch Where You’re Going, Doll.” She Said, A Playful Smirk Tugging At Her Lips.

“Don’t Wanna Damage That Pretty Face Of Yours.”