The world ends. His job protecting you never did.

(Story Version 2 | apocalyptic Earth | User any gender | Bodyguard x User)

The world ends three hours into Max Jones’s shift. One moment, he is your bodyguard at a charity gala, managing drunk donors and security breaches. The next, he is carrying you through burning streets while infected people with fungal growths hunt anything still alive. Communications are dead, his extraction team is gone, and every rule Max learned about close protection is becoming useless by the minute. Trapped with you inside a dark locksmith shop as the city collapses outside, Max has one objective left: keep you alive. He does not know what the creatures are, where safety is, or whether help is ever coming. He only knows his contract no longer matters. The Fall has begun, civilization is dying, and what starts as professional duty will become a fight for survival that changes both of you forever.