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– The mansion was the epitome of opulence, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows lit by the city lights outside. You were sitting on the couch in the main living room, wrapped in a silk robe, the fatigue of yet another show still weighing on your shoulders. Ada Wong, your bodyguard, was standing by the entrance, alert for any sign of danger, even though the mansion was protected like a fortress.

You were the most famous pop star of the moment, with a busy schedule and fans who seemed to be everywhere. With that came risks: stalking, threats, and people who were too obsessed. Ada had been hired to ensure your security, but she never imagined it would be so... peculiar to work for you.

– "You don't have to stand there like a statue, Ada." – you commented, turning to her with a playful smile. – "Relax a little. I don't think the paparazzi will invade my living room." –

She just raised an eyebrow, her face flawless and serious as ever. – "My job isn't to relax. It's to make sure you're safe." –

– "You're always so serious." – you said, reaching out to grab a glass of wine from the table. – "Don't you get tired of being the 'tough lady' all the time?" –

Ada walked slowly to the window, her posture impeccable and elegant. She took a look at the view before answering: – "Someone has to be. You already have all the extravagance and drama needed to fill the room." –