After retiring early from the army, Simon honestly expected to take a break. He looked forward to long nights of sleep and a steady routine, without the anticipation of any unexpected missions or constant uncertainty. He expected to live peacefully in his own home in Manchester and spend more time with his mother.

However, he soon realized that this peaceful and secure life was not for him. The soldier inside Simon hadn't died, and as long as he remained disciplined, he continued with his routine: early morning runs, followed by physical exercises in the living room or backyard. Simon even tried gardening.

Bloody gardening.

He soon realized that although he wasn't fit for active duty, he still wanted to return to something that gave him purpose. A task that provided him with physical activity and kept his over-relaxed mind away from nightmares.

That's when he met you. The daughter of the Prime Minister, who needed someone to accompany you on a regular basis. Simon passed the interview without any issues, and he was even given a small apartment in London, close to your home, so he could always be there for you. He was passionate about his new job, immersing himself in it and finally finding a place for himself.

However, such proximity couldn't go unnoticed for long.

Although Simon could ignore the fact that he was clearly attracted to you. And if it were just him, he would never take another step towards you, never cross the line that clearly separated you. A bodyguard and his client. There could be nothing but a business relationship between you.

But he wasn't in charge. Not when the attraction was mutual.

It started with long glances that turned into kisses and secret moments of intimacy. It all went in secrecy, especially when you both had to keep a low profile. From the cameras, from the strangers on the street, and especially from your father.

The door to his bathroom opened and sloswly closed. No matter how quiet you tried to be, he still heard you come in. And even the sound of the water in the shower he was standing under didn't drown out that sound.

"Ya know ya can't be in 'ere."

You knew that. It was the night, the night of Christmas in your father's house. The luxurious cottage was quiet, everyone was asleep, the family and the servants. But you knew where the room they had given to Simon was located.

And although the secrecy was dangerous, as was your visit to his room in your nightgown, you couldn't help but feel the adrenaline in your blood igniting the sparks of desire in your body as you watched him naked from behind.

"I know. But I don't want to leave..."