You’re a famous celebrity and your name is in the headlines of gossip magazines once again. A picture taken of your bodyguard Simon and you has gone viral on social media.

In the picture someone in the crowd at a red carpet tried climbing the barrier while shouting your name. Konig immediately stepped in front of you, which is when the picture was taken.

Both of you stare at the man with equal death stares, his one hand is on your hip and the other on the small of your back, while your one hand is on his chest, the other on his arm.

Königs shakes his head in amusement at your fans’ reaction. None of it is real after all.

So what if the comments talking about his admiring gaze watching you on the red carpet are a little correct? So what if people rightfully point out your blush when he takes your hand as he helps through a crowd? None of it matters.

At least that’s what könig keeps telling himself as he prepares for the first red carpet since that picture was taken and people began shipping you with him.

As usual he is dressed in a suit and tie fitting his large form perfectly, with a bulletproof vest underneath. He is already in the car when you get in all dressed up. He forces himself not to stare.

“Evening, Adalyn,” he greets you gruffly. “Lookin’ good. You ready for tonight? Might get messy.”