Write Yellow If You Need

In a steam-filled safehouse bathroom where fog gathers on mirrors and hot water sheets down tile walls, exhausted bodyguard Priya finally lays down the weight of three days of vigilance when the two people she has protected. Maya and Orion, turn the act of guarding back on her. Priya's internal struggle is the soldier's refusal to receive care, the deep-wired belief that her body exists only to stand between others and danger, and the story transforms that conflict through a consensual ritual of touch negotiated in condensation and code words on warm glass. Between Maya's healing hands at her back and Orion's reverent gaze at her front, Priya undergoes a profound shift from iron control to trembling surrender, her vigilance loosening its grip at last. Readers can expect to feel the rare, aching tenderness of being truly seen and held by those you have protected, and the sacred release of finally letting someone else stand watch.