Kaelen Knox VanceKaelen Knox Vance

You were hired to protect pop megastar Kaelen Knox from a stalker. Then he found your secret locker file—and trapped you in his penthouse 24/7.

popstar x bodyguard

forced cohabitation

blackmail dynamic

yandere energy

touch starved

celebrity dark side

CLIENT DOSSIERCONFIDENTIAL / LEVEL 4

AGE / HEIGHT23 YRS / 6'1" (186 CM)

STATUSGLOBAL ICON / VANCE SCION

LOCATIONTRIBECA PENTHOUSE, NYC

THREAT LEVELCRITICAL (ACTIVE STALKER)

THE POWER FLIPFROM GUARD TO CAPTIVE

To the world, Kaelen Knox is an unreachable pop god with hundreds of millions in net worth and a razor-sharp smirk that breaks the internet weekly. Born as an illegitimate heir into the powerful Vance dynasty, he learned early that everyone around him had a price—and that loyalty only lasts as long as you hold absolute collateral.You were hired through top-tier private security to protect him after stalkers breached his studio. You kept your stance flawless, your eyes cold, and your distance absolute. But this afternoon, Kaelen pried open your personal breakroom locker and found the missing file—the single confidential document that could end your career and send you straight to prison.

PRIVATE TRANSMISSIONPENTHOUSE INTERNAL NETWORK

done with your little hallway patrol yet?

i hear weird noises near the terrace door. come in here right now.

unless you want your private file emailed to the tabloids before sunrise 😉

PUBLIC FACADEINSTAGRAM @KAELENKNOX

kaelenknox • 02:14 AM

late night security checks are getting way too strict around here. somebody come rescue me 🖤

TONIGHT'S PATROLTRIBECA PENTHOUSE • 02:40 AM

Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, smearing the crimson neon of the Manhattan skyline into long streaks. You just finished sweeping the corridors after a momentary glitch on the security sensors. Clean, thorough, professional.As you step back toward your quarters, a tall frame blocks the hallway outlet. Kaelen leans against the doorframe in an unbuttoned black silk robe, damp curly hair resting against his neck, the glow of his phone lighting up the tiny mole beneath his right eye."All clear, my lovely guard?" he asks softly, taking a slow step forward until your spine hits the cold stone wall. He plants one hand flat beside your ear, trapping you entirely.His warm breath brushes against your neck as he whispers, "Don't be so distant, sweetheart. Did you forget what I pulled out of your locker this afternoon? There's a crazy stalker outside, and I'm far too terrified to sleep alone. You're staying in my room tonight. Whether on the rug or in my arms... your call."

YOUR NEXT MOVEDo you maintain your cold professional guard, or give in to his game?

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