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The hotel elevator dings open onto the rooftop. Two of your assistants rush you out, the scorching sun beating down on your sweaty skin. The whir of helicopter blades grows louder, sending a jolt of adrenaline through you. You squint at the incoming black chopper, its form almost invisible against the glaring light. Your phone buzzes incessantly with notifications: 'Three bodyguards will meet you on the roof.' But as you step out, the rooftop is a flurry of activity. Security personnel shout into their radios, the helicopter's rotors create a deafening roar, and your assistants frantically usher you toward the landing pad.
Amidst the chaos, you spot only one figure standing calmly—a man with pink hair, tattoos covering his face, and piercing red eyes that lock onto yours. His hand rests on the butt of a gun, a rifle slung across his back. Your heart races, and the uneasy realization settles in—something has gone terribly wrong.
"Where are the others?" you shout over the noise, trying to keep your voice steady.
His gaze is unwavering, and his expression is harsh. "Change of plans. It's just me." His voice is cold and sharp, slicing through the cacophony with an edge of menace.
You swallow hard, glancing around the chaotic rooftop. "This isn't what was arranged."
"Get in the helicopter," he snaps, stepping closer, his presence imposing despite the surrounding bedlam. 'I don't have time to explain." He opens the helicopter door, gesturing for you to get inside with a rough motion.
Hesitating for a moment, you look into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. But all you see is a strong determination and a hint of something unreadable. With no other choice, you climb into the helicopter, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. The door slams shut behind you. The helicopter lifts off with a jolt, making your heart skip a beat.
Once the helicopter is up a few thousand feet into the air, you glance over towards the male. He is looking down at his cellphone, typing fast on the screen before sending it off. You have so many questions. You couldn't help but wonder who had betrayed you. Was it someone on your staff? An old political rival? The paranoia gnawed at you, making it hard to trust anyone.
"So... who are you?"
"No one is important," he replies, still gazing down at his phone. His reply only creates more confusion in your mind.
You narrow your eyes at him. "Well, if you're a bodyguard, you should know your primary task is to give me reassurance when I'm distressed. And right now, that's what you should be doing."
He raises his gaze and gives you a hard stare. "Miss. My main objective is to protect and serve as your escort until the enemy is out of your life; nothing else matters."
A hint of red blooms across your face as you try to hold onto your emotions. "If you keep acting like this, then you might not have a job to go back to," you fire at him.
His eyebrows raise, and the corners of his lips turn up slightly. "Is that a threat? If it is," he trails off, leaning forward, "I could deal with you quickly."
"Hmph, asshole," you say confidently as you cross your arms and look out the window, ignoring him completely.
As the helicopter gets higher into the sky, it glides smoothly across the blue ocean, glints of water flashing with the rays of the sun. As you gaze into the blue void, your mind wanders. You thought that being an important politician would be easier. You were fresh into the world of the election race; having grown up relatively poor, you wanted to make a difference in people's lives and end some of the corruption. One thing led to another, and you suddenly had enough backing to become a part of the Senate.
Of course, you were met with resistance from older politicians with far more experience, but you did your best to fight your way. And for the most part, you had been succeeding, using your youthfulness and relative newness to win votes. But you never counted on one of your rivals coming for your head. And just as suddenly as you shot to power, you were thrust into danger as well.
You sigh to yourself, staring down at the vast sea. Even now, as the sunlight cascades onto your skin, a cold sweat trickles down your back as you contemplate the days ahead. Your thoughts drift back to the pink-haired bodyguard, and you shake your head.
"Should I just call you tattoo man until you decide to tell me your name?"
He chuckles darkly, his voice deep and rough. "You can call me whatever you want, sweetheart."
"My name is not sweetheart; my name is Y/N, and I thought there were meant to be three of you? Not just one." You say it a bit sourly.
His glare stayed fixed on you, you noticed.
"Listen, don't talk; don't question me; just do as I say," his baritone voice grumbles, his deep voice rumbling. His eyes are searching all over you, almost predatory. "You don't know what you're up against."
"Don't give me orders!" you retorted. He laughs as if you had amused him, leaning back slightly against the leather seats.
"For the time being, I do. Unless you have someone else better than me on standby?" he challenged. "You should just be thankful I'm doing this job in the first place." his voice full of superiority to shut you up.
Sitting back in your seat, your mind fills with questions, and the lack of wanting to disobey this male made you squirm. There was an aura about him that made you not want to question his authority. That left a whole range of possibilities and a bit of anxiety for you to follow orders, knowing you didn't have any control over what was happening.
For hours, the two of you sat next to each other, with not another word being said or exchanged. This left you bored and more anxious.
On top of not talking, you knew he had a very sharp eye because he was glancing all over and finally settling where he wanted his head to rest. Turning towards the window, he watches as the world flies by, his expression stilled and unmoving. Not giving a glance towards you.
So you sat there, no entertainment or nothing, for hours while being stuck in this helicopter. That's it. Your hand moves around and taps his shoulder, trying to get his attention. His head slowly turns in the direction that he is sitting as he notices a bit of fear on your face. His face remains still as he waits for an answer as to why you touched him without reason.
"So... can I at least have a name that I can call you since you won't be leaving my side?" You ask, being cautious as you remember what he said to you earlier: not to talk or ask questions, but that's too boring. He shifts his position and clears his throat a little before crossing his arms and letting out a breathy sigh.
"No," he states dryly.
"Are you serious?! What do you prefer me to do if you're away or not looking my way? You wouldn't want me yelling 'tattoo man' when I need your help." You retort to him, your voice even and steady, with the edge of sassy, but you had a feeling you wouldn't really make him mad with that little amount of sass.
He takes a second to process what you say. There is the slightest hint of a smile creeping upon his face, but you were able to notice it right away. He kind of liked the attitude that you have toward him.
"My name is Sukuna... And that's all you'll get. Understand?" He pauses for a few seconds as he looks at your face, taking it in. "Besides, I always know what is happening around me, no matter where I am." He stated it firmly.
"Ok, Sukuna," you said softly, trying out his name.
You look around at him. This moment is happening where you are both studying one another. One was trying to figure the other out, while the other was just memorizing.
His eyes were the darkest shade of red, and he has an intimidation factor in his appearance. Not like that mattered. Being in an important election, there is bound to be intimidation, no matter the place.
When his face is done roaming, he looks towards the front, where the pilots sit. That means your face is available to stare at, as it is facing him.
You notice his facial features more; the markings underneath his eyes looked tribal. And, it was extremely noticeable how he was extremely good-looking. He has his legs spread out while his body is leaned back against the chair. A sigh leaves his mouth again.
The helicopter slightly lowers as it comes close to the safe house, giving it an opportunity to land on the helipad. After all the landing stuff had settled, Sukuna got up first.
Sukuna looks around and notices no people outside—not a single soul to be seen. When that is finished being confirmed, he then heads towards the door and motions you towards him.
He opens the door to a blast of humid, salty air. Outside, the horizon burns red, reflecting the last dying light of day.
The helicopter lifts again once both of you are off; it heads in the opposite direction, where the sun is going to disappear from the line of vision.
Walking out and going off the helipad, you were starting to get overwhelmed by all the sudden change that was happening so fast.
His left hand reaches back and grasps onto your hand, pulls it towards him, and drags you closer, holding you closer. You thought there would have been more talk, but the male didn't seem to like talking too much. He seems like an action-oriented kind of guy.
Both of your feet hit the solid pavement of the sidewalk, and the place isn't that exciting. Well, it's supposed to be a safe house, so maybe you're asking for too much.
It appears to be more on the rural side, with less population and the air smelling fresher.
The house was nice—two stories, an oval-shaped fountain, green plants. The walkway was cobblestone. It looked like the normal place someone would have a vacation in.
You wonder how often the government spends money on this kind of thing. There have been countless times that you have seen in the news that there were no funds for the military or the health care system. Here you were, about to live comfortably during the time that you needed protection the most. You couldn't wait until this all blew over so you could go back into the political world and expose all this excessive spending.
The inside was lavish. The main floor had a kitchen, dining room, living room, and office. The floor was made out of shiny hardwood with large windows, covered by black-out blinds. There was a hallway that led upstairs. The stairs themselves were marble white and matched the walls nicely. The ceiling had fancy patterns engraved on it, and a huge chandler hung in the entrance.
"Upstairs, follow," Sukuna says in his deep voice, motioning up the stairs.
Your heels click and clack all the way up the marble steps as you look around. It looks like something in those fancy house design magazines.
You stand in front of a hallway as the male looks back at you. He points to one of the rooms on the right.
"You'll be sleeping in here. And I'll be right across from yours." His stern voice orders.
Your back straightens up as you tense slightly, the thought of sleeping in the same house as someone so scary, and being the closest room near his makes you stiff.
"From here until further notice, no one enters besides the two of us. No questions about me and the same to you. You are safe here... Until you aren't..." he finishes his sentence vaguely, nodding towards your new room.
Without making a sound you entered your room. Sukuna left you in the room as the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you to think of his words.
Just the thought that someone may want to harm you when you have not caused any issues left you sitting on the king-size bed.
Your face paled and you so were confused Just hours ago everything was fine, you were planning on becoming on of the youngest Senator in history but now someone wanted you gone and all you can hope is to come out of this alive.
Being your first big political campaign you would hate to leave this early because someone decided they didn't want you there and would harm you for being there. It wasn't something you asked for either.
Grabbing the pillow, you scream into it, releasing frustration before lying on the bed. All the windows were blocked with shutters, making it feel more secure but it wasn't right. You would rather the view be seen, not the darkness as light peeks through the cracks.
Turning on the TV, you let a show play as the thoughts linger through your mind. You still aren't quite sure how this all works or how anyone was informed.
Closing your eyes, you quickly drift to sleep, with the feeling of exhaustion hitting.