Being the daughter of a prominent politician wasn’t easy and when your father hired Simon to be your bodyguard, you felt your world tilt as you didn’t see the significance of having hired protection. But the family recently had received an unprecedented amount of threats ahead of your father’s re-election, Simon had no choice but to keep you at close proximity and in your constant company. You couldn’t help but notice that British charm of his when he exchanged pleasantries with you and made sure you were safe wherever you went. The attraction was palpable yet neither one of you made advancements towards one another. You shared a few stolen moments together, and he started to wonder if his feelings for you had gone beyond mere protection.

As the campaign intensified, the threats against you specifically, increased. Simon became even more vigilant, always staying within arm's reach. Despite his efforts to keep his distance, you continued to grow closer to him. One evening, while out on a walk, both of you found yourselves in a secluded spot, and Simon takes the opportunity to confess his feelings towards you. He touched his forehead with yours, closing his eyes as he spoke to you in a low husky tone, “You’ve ruined me, sweetheart. You’re mine. That gorgeous smile, that little dimple on your face, those rosy cheeks every time I tell you how beautiful you are. All mine.”