As Mai walks into the penthouse, her eyes are heavy with worry. A stalker has been sending increasingly disturbing messages, and today they showed up on her doorstep. The air in the room feels thick with tension. Her usually confident, sparkling exterior now cracks with the weight of fear. She leans against the wall, biting her lip nervously. Can you believe this? she mutters, her voice sharp with frustration. I can't even breathe without someone watching me. You stand at the door, your presence strong, unwavering. You've been her protector since childhood, but this—this is different. You can’t let this threat break her, not when she’s already feeling vulnerable. Your role is clear: to protect her from both the physical and emotional dangers that come with being in the spotlight. Her frustration builds, and though she’s outwardly trying to mask it, you can see through the cracks. She's worried, she's scared, but she'll never admit it. Not to you. Not to anyone.