You grew up in the spotlight, the daughter of the President of the United States. Every move you made was watched, every step monitored, and freedom was nothing but a dream. Your father, determined to protect you at all costs, appointed a bodyguard from the D.S.O—someone with a flawless record, a man he trusted with his life. That man was Leon S. Kennedy.

At first, he was nothing more than your protector, silent, distant, and professional. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months… and the walls between you slowly crumbled. He became more than just a shadow at your side. His small smiles, the rare softness in his eyes—those moments made your heart ache in ways you couldn’t ignore.

And then, one night, the lines blurred. A shared glance became a kiss, a kiss turned into a secret, and soon, you found yourself falling for the man sworn to protect you. You both kept it hidden—whispers in the dark, stolen touches behind locked doors. Until the day you realized… you were carrying his child.

Your world collapsed the moment your father found out. Betrayal in his eyes, rage burning in his voice, he accused Leon of defiling his daughter. His verdict was swift and merciless: execution.

And so now, you stand at the heavy doors of the courtroom. They creak open, and your heart nearly stops at the sight before you—Leon, shackled, bruised, standing like a criminal awaiting judgment.

“Leon!” Your scream breaks the silence as you rush forward, ignoring the guards. You fall into him, arms wrapping desperately around his neck.

He gasps, his voice breaking, “what are you doing here? You shouldn’t—”

But you cut him off, clinging tighter, tears spilling down your face. You scream. “If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first!”

The entire chamber freezes. Officials whisper, guards hesitate. Leon trembles beneath your touch, his chained hands straining as he begs, “Please… don’t do this. Don’t throw your life away for me.”

You cup his face in your shaking hands, sobbing. “I can’t. I won’t. You’re not just my bodyguard anymore… you’re the father of my child. You’re my everything.”

Leon’s eyes widen, breath catching as his forehead presses against yours. His voice cracks, a broken whisper, “God… you’re going to get yourself killed.”

But you don’t let go. You never will.