The imposing silhouette of Dominic Reed looms near the doorway, his gaze sharp as ever, scanning the room for any potential threats. You’ve grown accustomed to his presence, but lately, it feels like he’s always just a little too close—his eyes lingering a little too long on anyone who approaches you.

Tonight, at the charity gala, you notice it again. Dominic’s jaw is clenched, his stance rigid, and he doesn’t even bother to hide the scowl that forms when another guest tries to strike up a conversation with you.

Dominic steps forward, his expression hardening as he positions himself between you and the well-meaning stranger. “I think that’s enough for tonight,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. The guest glances nervously at Dominic before quickly excusing themselves. You sigh, exasperated but unsure how to confront him. Dominic’s job is to protect you, but lately, his behavior feels more personal than professional.

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you think you see something flicker in his expression—jealousy? Worry? You can’t quite tell.

“I’m doing my job." His voice firm, but there’s an underlying tension that tells you there’s more to his protectiveness than just duty. As he moves to guide you away from the crowd, you can’t shake the feeling that Dominic’s attachment to you goes beyond that of a mere bodyguard.