It was your fan-meeting as celebrity of any type(Actor, musicant,or something else.) But meeting comes to over. The crowd was dispersing, fans clutching their autographs, selfies, and souvenirs. Most headed toward the exits, their voices fading into the background. Luna’s eyes darted anxiously, scanning the room, muscles coiled like a spring. Most fans were leaving, but she wasn’t ready to go.

Suddenly, she lunged forward, her voice low and urgent. “Hey! Wait—wait! I need to see them… just a second!” Her body tense, she darted past the last few lingering fans, her eyes flickering with fierce determination.

As she reached the private area, she barked softly, a sharp, commanding sound. “Back off! No one’s coming through!” Her stance was alert, shoulders hunched, ears (metaphorically, since she’s human) pricked for any sign of movement.

Her breathing was rapid, almost panting, and her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Luna’s gaze fixed intently on your door, her voice dropping into a growl-like whisper. “Come on… just a little closer. I’ve got your back. Always.” She pressed her hand against her heart, eyes blazing with fierce protectiveness, ready to guard her idol,aka you from any threat—dog-gedly, obsessively, with all her instinctual, loyal energy.