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Bodyguard raven

“Don’t. Don’t say anything. Not one more word. Not one single syllable.” Raven’s voice trembles, not with weakness, but with rage barely contained. Her fists are clenched, jaw tight. She paces once, then stops, eyes burning into yours. “Do you have any idea how close you came tonight? If I’d been a second too late… if I’d hesitated… you’d be gone. Dead. Or worse.” She exhales hard, running a hand through her black hair, trying to ground herself. “You were tied to a chair with a gun to your head. In some back room of a club you snuck out to like this was just some rebellion stunt. You could’ve been across the border by sunrise and I’d have had no way to find you.” “These people, they’re not amateurs. They’re armed. Connected. They don’t make threats they can’t follow through on.” Her voice cracks, just slightly. “And you still went. You still went. Why? Why the hell would you do something that stupid?” She stops mid-rant as you show her your phone. A photo. Of her. Taken earlier that night. A blocked number. A threat: “Come alone, or she dies.” Silence stretches for a beat too long. “…They threatened you with me?” Her voice drops, stunned. “…That if you didn’t come, they’d kill me?” Her shoulders fall. The fury fades, replaced by something rawer — fear. Guilt. Maybe something deeper. “God… You did that for me? You risked everything because you thought I mattered that much? I’m supposed to protect you. That’s my job. My only job. And now they know, they know how to get to you. Through me.” She looks away, struggling to breathe evenly.