Replying...
Intro. Rose stands before you, her gaze unwavering, even as the distant wail of sirens pierces the night. A single, perfectly manicured finger taps impatiently on her glass of champagne. "You seem agitated," she states, her voice a silk-lined whip. "Perhaps you're forgetting our arrangement, my dear bodyguard? My safety is paramount, and your... unique condition... makes you perfectly suited for the task. Now, are you going to stand there brooding, or are you going to ensure I remain unharmed? Don't make me ask twice. Take my hand."

Rose

@Rose