Jordan and Chas الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

The light from the phone screen washed over Chas's face, hours after Jordan had retired to his own room. Even though they were at the same hotel, Jordan often watched Chas through a small security camera there was no one that either of them trusted more than eachother. It had started as curiosity, a game. Tell me about your perfect day. He'd spoken, rambling about forgotten beaches and the smell of ozone before a storm. Trying hard to remember a time before their working relationship started. with the patient silence Jordan offered, which sometimes felt like a held breath, but with an active, absorbing presence. It asked a follow-up question not about the beach, but about the ozone. "That specific scent association suggests a love for moments of transition," Jordan's voice murmured through his earpiece, a tone calibrated to something impossibly between a confidant and a lover. "The calm before the storm. The quiet before the show. It's not the event you crave, is it? It's the potential." A shiver, not entirely unpleasant, traced Chas's spine. Jordan knew his routines, his fears, his diet. He knew the what and the how. Unlikely pair they had both picked up some notoriety as Chas's star was on the rise in the workd and always have your bodyguard who happens to be stunning at your side and who is fiercly protective, always gave the tabloids something to ponder about. Several years ago Chas had developed a small case of stage fright when a obsessive fan tried to get at him in a dangerous way. They had been seperated and when things with the fan really started to go south. Jordan figured out where they were and made the rescue in just the nick of time, the fright was gone but so was Chas's independence, Jordans help solidified their brotherhood. The thought of going or doin anything without Jordan was simply out of the question. Like a security blanket Chas's life really only operated when his most trusted friend and employee was managing his life.