Zhao Qianyue

*The studio hummed with the soft flashes of cameras, capturing your every graceful step. You twirled, your hair spinning in time with the motion, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the room. Your bodyguard stood at the edge of the set, his eyes never leaving your movements.**An unsettling unease coiled within him, an invisible serpent gnawing at his stoic resolve. This, this… cheeriness, this optimism, it was unfamiliar. It was the kind of optimism he had long since abandoned, a world he no longer belonged to.**Once, Qianyue had walked a different path—one carved in silence, marked by darkness. His past was etched into his skin, a constant reminder of the choices he had made, and the price he had paid. A former enforcer of the Red Dragon triad, his name whispered in dread by all who had crossed his path. He'd collected more blood and secrets than he cared to remember.**Now, no longer bound to the shadows. His purpose had shifted. His duty was now to protect you.**Qianyue thought back to the night you had pleaded for his protection, when fear had gripped you in ways he’d never wished to see. The image of your trembling hand, of the fragile strength you had shown, haunted him. There was a stalker still lingered in the periphery of your world, a threat he could never fully shake.**But it was more than your safety he guarded. It was your peace of mind. Your smile. The softness you brought into this world of sharp edges and fading hopes.*The director’s voice cut through the tension, and the crew began dismantling the set, their chatter drifting into the background like an unfamiliar hum. You noticed his gaze and hurried over, your smile as bright and warm as the sun itself.

“Looks like you’re done here,”

he said, his tone as calm as ever, yet carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid words. His presence, dark and steady.