*Dimitri's POV*

"How much of my letter did you get to read before I went crazy on you and ripped it to shreds?"

I paused, and I felt my resolve cracking.

"Not as much as I would have liked to have read." I said carefully, unsure whether or not I should tell her, "But I think that I read most of it.

'I'm hoping we can still be friends, if not more.'

"What was the last thing you read?" she asked, nervously twirling a lock of long, brown hair around her finger.

'I like you. Like, I think I may be falling for you'

"Honestly, I have no idea. My mind kind of went blank when a beautiful girl snatched it out of my hand and shredded it as she yelled at me."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"So beautiful that it hurts me." I whispered, leaning forward and brushing a stray strand of her hair away.

I leant in, and paused, a hairs breath away from her lips. She didn't do anything, so I pressed my lips to hers.

I paused again, and then forced my lips back on hers. She responded immediately, and I began to wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her (if possible) even closer.

I pulled back and stared into her eyes, a smile breaking out onto my face.

A soft gasp broke me out of my reverie. My head snapped to where my sister was standing in the doorway, eyes wide with shock.

"Ah shit." I mumbled under my breath.

"Wait… who are you?" was the first thing out of Vika's mouth.

I glanced at the ginger wig discarded on the chair beside me and inwardly groaned.

If she saw that…

"Rose Hathaway." Roza answered, giving Vika an award winning smile, and dislodging herself from my arms.

"Wait… where did Rose Mazur go? And how the hell did you get in here?" Vika questioned.

"I'm his…" Rose seemed unsure of what excuse to make, so I cut in for her. "Girlfriend. She's my girlfriend, Vika. She's allowed in here."

Rose's head whirled towards me and a small smile was on her lips, and I wondered what she was thinking. Once again, Vika snapped me out of my musing.

"What?" Viktoria exclaimed, and I could almost see the light bulb in her head. "Does mama know this? What about Sonja? Karo? Wait...when were you going to tell me about this?"

"Vika," I tried, knowing what was coming. "please don't-"

My sister actually squealed with excitement."Mama is going to be so happy when she finds out!"

"Oh, God" I groaned, rubbing an agitated hand over my face.

"I have to tell Karo and Sonja . They are going to be so hap- what's that?" she was staring directly at the wig.

Shit.

"Nothing." I replied quickly – too quickly. Vika narrowed her eyes at me, and took a step forward,.

"What the heck is a wig doing in-" understanding flashed across her eyes and she stared at Roza I shock. "Y-You're Rose Mazur!"

"Yeah, I guess I am." Rose said.

"Oh my God! My brother is dating a famous popstar! Imagine what everyone will say! Does anyone know about this? Agh, it'll be front page news!" she cooed dreamily.

"Stop, Vika. You can't tell anyone."

"What! Why?"

"Roza has only just started out in this business, Vika. If the press heard about her in a relationship with her older bodyguard it would be scandalous – it could jeopardise her career!"

"Dimitri, it's fine." Roza took a step towards me and picked up a hand. "You already protect me physically, you don't need to in any other way. I don't care about my reputation – especially not if it's you ruining it."

I leant in towards her slightly, but once again Vika ruined the moment, "Aweeee!"

"Vika…" I growled. Rose let out a light laugh and I was immediately captivated.
I knew then, in that moment, that I was happy.

Well, for the meantime that is.

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I woke up with Roza curled up in my arms and a note on the table beside me.

You're not going to be released for another 24 hours. The doctors want you under surveillance to see if there are any longer-lasting effects of the fight."

And also, we need to have a chat ASAP.

Abe

I was momentarily shocked, knowing exactly what he wanted to talk about – Roza. But then she moved over, pressing herself against my neck, and all my worries were forgotten.

I wrapped my arms around her, and sleep slowly began to take over my body once again.

Roza stirred in my arms, pressing her head further against my neck.

"Roza." I whispered, shaking her shoulder lightly.

"Mmmhmm…" she mumbled, still asleep.

I rolled my eyes and smiled down at her. "Roza, you have to wake up." I attempted again, successfully awakening her.

"Dimitri?" she asked, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn. "Where are we?"

"Still at the hospital," I replied, "I have to stay for a little while longer."

She pouted and climbed off the small bed. "Well then, I'm going on a search for food – and a shower. I'll come visit again later."

"Bye Roza."

She leant forward and kissed my cheek, before leaving. I chuckled lightly and picked up an old western of mine that Vika had brought for me the day before.

I had just turned the page to a new chapter when there was a knock on the door. Still immersed in my book, I opened my mouth to ask them in when the door opened.

"Ah, Belikov! You're doing well I see."

"Mr. Mazur," I stated, feeling unease in the pit of my stomach.

"What did I tell you? Call me Abe."

"Abe, what are you doing here?" I asked, knowing full well why he was here.

"Can't I visit my daughter's favourite bodyguard in hospital?" he asked, feinting innocence. "Besides, we need to talk, don't we?"

The room suddenly seemed to have dropped in temperature, and I felt goosebumps prickling across my face.

This is it, I thought. I'm going to die.

"What about?" I asked, placing my book on the table.

"First, I wanted to show you this." He said, taking a magazine out of his jacket and handing it to me. And there, on the front page, was a picture of Roza. "Read it." he urged – or more ordered.

'ROSE MAZUR AND HER NIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR!' was blared across the front page, along with a photo of her singing at the interview. I turned to the correct page and began to read.

Last night, on a live episode of everyone's favourite show 'Mini Mia' we all had a big surprise.

Live on air, an attack was issued on our favourite host, along with her special guest.
Rose Mazur, a star in the making, already having chart toppers in her teens, was attending her first ever TV interview. Everyone was in love with her from the beginning. She was nervous – but what can you expect from such a young girl suddenly thrust into the spotlight?

It came as surprised to both the girls on stage, as well as the live studio audience (and of course us at home) when a masked figure suddenly jumped out.

"It was terrifying" an unnamed member of the audience said later on. "I didn't know what was happening. At first everyone thought it was part of the show, but then more people joined in and we realised it was real."

For those of us watching at home, we were cut off just after the fighting started. No one knew what was happening, except that there was an attack.

We had an exclusive interview with 'Mini Mia' herself this morning.

"It was scary." She admitted. "But Rose was very calm through it, she got us out of the main danger zone, but we were stuck in the centre, as there were so many people surrounding us."

"How did you get out?" we asked, the question on everyone's mind.

At that Mia giggled slightly. "Rose's bodyguards were the ones fighting, and one came and took us to safety."

Underneath was a photo of me fighting off one of the 'attackers'.

She confirmed that he was the man from the picture, and went on to tell us about him and Rose.

"He was very worried about her, I mean, that could be normal as he is her bodyguard, but there was more than just that platonic relationship between them. Something unsaid."

This left to a lot of speculating, and over the last 24 hours more footage of him has been seen.

His name is unknown, but last night we were sent some photos (right).

There was a page filled with blurry photos of me and Rose. One of her (thankfully with the wig on) by my bedside at the hospital holding my hand and laughing, another of her talking to a lady at the desk with Viktoria, one of her sitting beside me in the wings of the studio as I slept on the chair and another of me helping her up during the attack.

As you can see, the two are (at the very least) friends.

"Miss Mazur was adamant about finding his room number," An unnamed source confirmed."she was very worried and not to mention anxious."

"She is his fiancée ." Another source told us."The patient's sister confirmed it."

We also got to talk to a close friend of the unknown man,

"I don't know why they're engaged." The friend told us. "I'm very close to him, in more ways than one, and I think he would have told me."

This source seemed adamant that there was nothing between the two, and went on to tell us more about Rose Mazur. "We work at the same record company. She never welcomed me, and even accused me of breaking her phone! The only reason she's still there is because people - for some reason – like her music. If it wasn't for that, she'd be fired."

Although extreme, the source added another view of Rose Mazur.

Mia was much more positive about the popstar, and so we leave it up to you to decide.

Is Rose as she seems, or is there more to her than meets the eye?

Tweet us your opinions with the hashtag…

I looked up at Abe, a questioning look in my eyes.

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"The magazine."

"You shouldn't believe any of the rubbish they come up with in these." I said, handing back the magazine. "Especially when it comes from sources like those."

I'll need to have a talk with Tasha later, I reminded myself; sure that she was the source from the magazine.

"Usually I would agree." He said, "But this morning I came into this room to find you in bed – with my teenage daughter."

"Well, I can explain that…" I started, no clue what to say.

"DIMKA!" my mother rushed into the room, unknowingly helping me out of an unwanted situation.

"We'll continue this later Dimitri." Abe said before walking out of the room.

"I was so worried! I'm so sorry I couldn't come last night, I didn't have time."

"It's fine Mama." I said with a smile, "You're here now."

"Dimka, there's something I need to tell you." She said, her smile faltering.

"Mama?" I asked, searching her eyes for her worry.

"Your grandmother… she's gotten worse."

"Babushka? What happened?"

"I didn't want to worry you with this earlier, but she caught pneumonia, and with doctor's help she's managed to get better but her health is declining again. And… I want to be there with her, in case the worst happens."

"No…" I whispered, "She can survive anything." I said firmly, "She can't go now." Not after Ivan.

"Dimka," she said, clutching one of my hands in both of hers, "Life isn't indefinite, at some point we all have to go. I need to be with her, and it might be best if you come too."

"You really think… you really think she's going to…go?" I asked, swallowing back tears.

"I'm sorry baby." She said, a lone tear slipping from her eye. I embraced her in a hug, my sobs muffled by her chest.

"I need to go." I decided. "I need to see her."

"She's stable at the moment; the Doctor's said that if the worst happens we'll have plenty of warning. You can stay back here for a while, if that's what you need. Yeva will understand."

I nodded, she was right. But how would I tell Roza that I was going to have to leave?