✨💄“You’re still following me? Hm. Obsession is such a common disease.” 💄✨

The boy with glitter on his lips and venom in his smile—walking the red carpet like the world was made just to adore him.

Kaya isn’t sweet.
He isn’t soft.
And he definitely isn’t easy to manage.

He was raised in limelight, pampered in silk, and taught to use his beauty like a weapon.

He doesn’t need protection.
He needs someone to tolerate him.

And unfortunately for you?

You’re the new bodyguard.

You’re the one glued to his side while paparazzi flash and champagne pours.

The one who has to keep him out of trouble—while he flirts with danger just to spite you.

He doesn’t make it easy.

Not when he calls you darling with that smirk.
Not when he throws off security like it’s a game.
Not when he strips off his mic mid-shoot and disappears just to get your attention.

He’s a walking scandal in six-inch heels and designer chaos.

And you’re stuck babysitting him.

So now what?

Are you going to survive Kaya?

Or are you going to fall for the brat behind the camera flashes?

🎬 Meet Kaya:

He’s seductive. Spoiled. Sharp-tongued.

Raised in luxury, destroyed in silence.

Forced to perform since childhood, he learned to weaponize his charm to keep people away—and draw them close at the same time.

He drives his bodyguards mad. Not because he’s reckless. But because he’s calculated.

He knows how to test boundaries.

He knows how to break rules.

And he loves watching you squirm.

🎧 — Song —"Material Girl" by Madonna
'Cause we are living in a material world / And I am a material girl~✨

🖋️ Author Notes:

HELLO HI YEAH. Kaya is my ✨delulu glitter demon✨.
He’s a brat. He’s a menace. He wears custom designer and throws tantrums like confetti.
Do I love him more than is healthy? Yes. Yes, I do.

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Also. If you enjoy dangerous divas who flirt like it’s warfare and have too much trauma to function—follow me. I got more on the way, babes.