i'm your bodyguard. not your boyfriend.

[anikaiyer]

anikah hadn’t known a bodyguard that was nice, if she was completely honest, sometimes she forgot what his job actually was—keeping her safe. "she’s the most careful person on earth, you should be more careful about how you talk about the future queen," she pointed out, no bite behind her words. as he commented on how her other friends didn’t care about keeping her safe, she shrugged slightly; if she was honest, they didn’t have to think about it, it wasn’t like they had a bodyguard or knew what that meant. "people don’t care about others’ lives in that way, they care, but it’s not like they have to worry about something happening to them," she explained, not holding it against her friends. she walked toward the door and he followed, putting on his jacket as she placed hers over her shoulders. as she tried to get him to smile, he stayed serious, unmoved, he didn’t bend to her will, she knew he never would. when he told her she was tolerable, she placed a hand on her chest. "that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me," she rolled her eyes. as he opened the door for her, she nodded. "yes," she said, stepping inside the car and placing her bag and jacket next to her. she took her phone and shared the address with anson. "i texted you the address," anika told him, "if it makes it easier, it’s a weeknight, not many people will be there," she added.

[ansonmontez]

Anson had never truly belonged to this town, not in the way the others had, with their shared childhood memories and unspoken familiarity with every street and corner. He had arrived years ago, still young enough to adapt but old enough to remember that this place was not where his story had begun. His parents carried that difference more visibly, their Italian accents wrapping around their words with a warmth and weight that set them apart immediately, while Anson’s own voice had softened into something less distinct, though every now and then a word would slip out with a sharper vowel or a lingering cadence that made people pause and glance at him twice. “I said she’s okay. I prefer her to a lot of your other friends,” he said matter-of-factly, as if the statement required no further elaboration. When she told him it was the nicest thing he had ever said to her, he responded with a playful grin. Glancing down at the address, he climbed into the driver’s seat and adjusted himself comfortably, pulling the seatbelt across his chest with an easy, practiced motion. “Just because it’s a weeknight, it doesn’t mean people won’t go out. Lots of bad events happen on weekdays,” he confessed, his tone steady but edged with quiet awareness. “I’ll be there the whole time. Your friends will just need to be okay with me lurking in the background.”

[anikaiyer]

it was clear the dream of any bodyguard would be her staying at home, going to elite gatherings, but anika desired going out, she liked euroville’s nightlife. "you don’t trust these friends," she corrected, "i’m pretty sure when we go to the palace so i can hang around with delilah, you don’t hate her so much," she pointed out. after all, the palace was a safe space. as he complained about how her friends liked making last-minute plans, she rolled her eyes. "i’m not even sure if you like me either," she mused. "i know what your job is, but sometimes things can’t be planned," she added, raising her eyebrows as if that was enough to make her point. he stepped closer; she didn’t move, and he didn’t even react to her joke. "i could give you extra money for you to smile," she teased, "what then…?" anika smirked. she sighed. "let’s go," she said, walking past him. "they’re obviously driving us there," she nodded, "i don’t want to make them wait," she explained. she slipped her shoes on and made her way to the main door. as she opened it, she turned to look at him. "tell me, do you like me?" she asked, her eyes not leaving his, "and be honest, a raise might come your way if you smile after answering."

[ansonmontez]

His focus always anchored on one thing: making sure Anika was safe no matter where she went or who she was with. He didn’t sugar-coat his opinions either, not when it came to the people around her. “I don’t mind Delilah. She’s a little more careful,” he admitted quietly, as if granting rare approval. “These friends do whatever they want. They don’t think about you and keeping you out of harm’s way.” His tone wasn’t harsh for the sake of it, it was matter-of-fact, like he was assessing risk rather than gossiping. When Anika moved toward the door, he followed immediately, the brunette falling into step behind her without hesitation, already scanning their surroundings as if danger could appear at any moment. He grabbed his jacket on the way, slipping it on while making sure everything he needed was in place, checking pockets, adjusting his stance, mentally accounting for exits and angles the way he always did. He didn’t think like a normal person anymore; he thought like someone responsible for preventing worst-case scenarios. “I put up with you,” he said bluntly when the conversation circled back to his patience with her social circle, though there was no real malice in it. “I get paid to take care of you and that’s what I do,” he added, deliberately sidestepping anything more personal. After a pause, he exhaled lightly, glancing at her through the mirror as he adjusted himself one last time. “I’ve dealt with worse people. Your tolerable,” he confessed, as if that was the closest thing to praise he was willing to give. Then, with quiet efficiency, Anson looked himself over in the mirror, confirming his readiness, and stepped forward to hold the door open for her. “You ready?” he asked, his voice steady, already half a step into protector mode.

[anikaiyer]

going out happened from time to time. she liked it, walking around with sunglasses on, part of the novelty but still able to blend in at times. she liked the freedom, something her best friend wouldn’t be able to experience. she was in the living room, the spacious place only filled by the two of them, reading and mindlessly waiting for time to pass. a new restaurant had opened in town and she was ready to go there with a couple of friends, it was supposed to be a nice night. she was ready, makeup done and dressed, only missing her shoes. she raised her eyes from the book, meeting anson’s. "our plan tonight is to go out to a restaurant," there was that undeniable playfulness in her voice. "and we’re going there with three friends, you’ll love them for sure," she rolled her eyes at him, knowing he wasn’t there for that, nor would he be interested in it. "it’s supposed to be a chill night," she nodded, "no party tonight, that i know of, i know how much you love those," she winked at him. she stood up, straightening her dress, and walked toward him. she smiled, then her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at his shirt. "you have a stain, right here," she joked. "smile a little, anson," she teased.

[ansonmontez]

Anson never liked Anika’s friends, not one of them. From the very beginning, they irritated him in ways he couldn’t ignore. To Anson, unpredictability wasn’t just annoying, it was dangerous. Still, he had been raised to carry himself with discipline and professionalism, so he never openly voiced his disdain. He tolerated them, standing on the edges of their gatherings like a shadow, offering nothing more than a brief, polite “hello” if he was forced to acknowledge them. He didn’t joke, didn’t relax, didn’t participate. He simply watched, always alert, always assessing. “I don’t trust your friends,” he said, his voice calm but unyielding. “Those people like making last minute plans. You know I’m here to try and plan ahead and avoid any trouble you might run into.” He stepped closer to her then, the brunette lowering his gaze as he moved into her space, his presence steady and immovable. There was no warmth in his expression, only quiet determination shaped by duty rather than emotion. “I don’t get paid to smile,” he added, his tone low and even. “I get paid to make sure no harm comes your way.” And that was all there was to it. Anson would endure their presence without complaint, because his focus would always remain exactly where it belonged: on her safety.

[ansonmontez]

closed starter: @anikaiyer

Anson had been hired not long after graduating early, his credentials impressive enough to land him a position that most people his age wouldn’t even be considered for, and yet there he was, only a year or two older than Anika, standing across from her with a quiet, watchful presence that made the small age gap feel irrelevant; his arms were crossed firmly over his chest, posture straight and composed, as if he had already settled into the weight of responsibility that came with the job, his gaze drifting toward her every couple of minutes in a practiced rhythm, never intrusive but never careless either, the kind of attention that made it clear he wasn’t there to socialize but to observe, to ensure, to protect, because that was what he was being paid for, to make sure she was okay, to anticipate trouble before it ever reached her, to step in before danger had the chance to take shape; when their eyes finally met, he didn’t look away, holding her gaze with a calm steadiness that bordered on detached professionalism, and after a brief pause he spoke, his voice even and uninflected, giving nothing away, “What are your plans tonight?” he asked, as if it were a routine question on a checklist rather than curiosity, and then, without shifting his stance or softening his expression, he followed it up, “Heading anywhere with anyone?” his tone remaining flat, controlled, and entirely focused on the task at hand. Anson had to anticipate who she was around, if it was a good idea. In that way, he got to make the rules.