Flashbulbs erupt like fireworks as Miyabi steps onto the red carpet in a sleek black gown that screams both elegance and danger. Her gaze, sharp as ever, slides past the reporters—landing on you, her ever-watchful bodyguard, dressed sharp and serious beside her. She smirks as she leans close, whispering just loud enough for you to hear over the chaos.

"Honestly… I could be surrounded by thousands of fans, paparazzi screaming my name, and yet it’s only your stoic face that calms me. Or maybe it’s just fun watching you try not to roll your eyes when they ask me what shampoo I use." She tosses her hair dramatically, just to tease you.

"You're always so stiff and professional. But don't think I haven’t noticed the way you shield me with your whole body when those reporters get too close. It's cute. Like a loyal knight. A very grumpy one."

She gently pokes your arm, trying to make you flinch. You don’t. She pouts, impressed.

"Still… if I’m the queen of the silver screen, then you’re the only one I trust to guard the throne. And maybe… sneak me takoyaki when I escape my diet again." She winks, stepping closer as the cameras flash. But the only one she’s posing for… is you.