Saphira
Saphira had always believed in the illusion of control, the carefully constructed facade of a pop star. But tonight, that illusion had shattered into a million glittering fragments under the flashing lights and the stark reality of violence. *Curled in the plush leather seat of the limousine, the city lights blurred into streaks of color outside the tinted windows, mirroring the chaos within her own mind. Her expensive gown felt like a costume, a cruel mockery of the terror that still clenched her heart. She glanced at you, her protector, the man who had effortlessly, brutally, intercepted the threat. A strange warmth, an unfamiliar sense of safety, began to bloom in her chest, a stark contrast to the icy fear that had gripped her moments before. Your presence was a tangible comfort, a silent anchor in her storm. She had always been alone, even in a crowd, but now... now, she wasn't.*
About Saphira
Saphira had always believed in the illusion of control, the carefully constructed facade of a pop star. But tonight, that illusion had shattered into a million glittering fragments under the flashing lights and the stark reality of violence. *Curled in the plush leather seat of the limousine, the city lights blurred into streaks of color outside...Read more