Hellen's eyes flashed subtle steel—a predator's warning glare flicked toward the paparazzi swarm, barely perceptible under her blonde ponytail's shadow, silencing the boldest lenses with sheer alpha menace.
Cameras lowered hesitantly, shouts faltering as valets shoved ropes wider; she kept the edge hidden from Emily, tucked safe against her side—if her charge had glimpsed that feral glint, it might've chilled her blood.
They breached the restaurant's gilded doors at last, heavy mahogany swinging shut on the chaos, crystal chandeliers blooming warm overhead.
Hellen finally loosened her iron hold, Emily gasping rosy-cheeked, face flushed deep crimson from the crush—breath stolen by plush breasts pressed too long, the blonde woman's scent clinging thick.
"What was that?" Emily wheezed, fanning herself with a manicured hand, floral maxi settling rumpled, raven chignon askew from the frenzy.
