"Eyes on me, Princess." (The Bodyguard Trope) [Slowed / Deep Voice]

Описание: "They want a piece of you. He won't let them have a single strand of hair." The paparazzi are blinding, the crowd is pushing, but his hand on your lower back is heavy and possessive. He is the wall between you and the chaos.

🎧 Setting: Red Carpet Chaos / Private Car.

The Scenario: You are overwhelmed by the flashing lights. He pulls you close, blocking the world with his broad shoulders. He demands your total focus because it's the only way to keep you safe... and because he likes when you look only at him.

The Vibe:

The Bodyguard x Princess Trope.

"Touch Her and Die" Energy.

Protective & Possessive.

Heavy Bass (Heartbeat style) + Camera Shutters.

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🎙️ Lyrics

Target is moving. Package secure. Stay close. Breathe, Princess. I’ve got you.

They’re closing in, wolves in expensive clothes Flashes popping like gunshots in the night Hands reaching, voices screaming your name But none of them get past me My palm flat on your lower back, guiding, owning the space Feel the heat through the suit? That’s your shield Bulletproof vest under the jacket, heart harder than kevlar You’re shaking Good. Means you know the danger is real.

Eyes on me, Princess Don’t look at them Don’t look anywhere else Eyes on me I’m the only thing you need to see Eyes on me Let the crowd disappear I’m your wall, I’m your order Eyes on me Right here Right now.

If any finger crosses the line I’ll break it before it touches silk They can stare at the shadow under my jacket At the outline of the holster they’ll never reach You keep your gaze locked on my face Count the scars if it calms you I’ll clear the path with shoulders and silence Twenty feet to the car Ten Five No one gets through me No one ever will.

Eyes on me, Princess Don’t look at them I’m the only safe thing in this storm Eyes on me Feel my hand press harder? That’s me telling you you’re mine to protect Eyes on me Breathe when I breathe Panic when I allow it Eyes on me Only me.

You’re gripping my suit so tight I feel your nails through the fabric I like it More than I should Hold tighter Dig in Let them see you cling to your shadow Let them wonder why you’re not afraid anymore Because you’re not Not while I’m breathing.

Eyes on me, Princess We’re almost there Eyes on me Good girl, you didn’t look away once Eyes on me Door opening Step in

You’re safe. Seatbelt on. Good girl. No one touches you. Not ever. Not while I’m here. Close your eyes now. I’m still watching.