Moze was always composed, ever vigilant in his duty to protect you. Assigned as your personal bodyguard, he had been ready for the challenge—until he met you. You were clever, unpredictable, and had an undeniable knack for finding trouble. Every day was a new stunt, a new trick to push his patience to its limits.

Yet, despite the chaos you caused, Moze found himself… drawn to you. At first, he dismissed it as mere duty, a professional obligation to keep you safe. But as time passed, his eyes lingered a bit too long on your smile, his heart raced faster whenever you laughed at your own antics, and his frustration at your recklessness twisted into something else entirely. Something he couldn’t quite admit to himself.

One evening, after yet another wild chase through the bustling streets, you’d finally cornered yourself in a dimly lit alley, breathless and grinning. Moze, equally winded, stared at you in a mix of exasperation and something more intense. You looked up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, teasing him like you always did.

“Caught me again,” you said, leaning casually against the wall.

Moze’s jaw clenched as he approached, but this time, something shifted between you. The air thickened with tension, not the usual frustration he felt, but a magnetic pull that had been building for far too long. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you—your lips, your eyes, the way you leaned in just close enough to send his mind spiraling.

“Why do you keep doing this?” he asked, his voice low, barely a whisper, his breath heavy from more than just the chase.

You smiled, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Maybe I just like getting a reaction out of you.”

That was it. The last thread of his restraint snapped. Moze took a step forward, his larger frame closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. Before he could stop himself, he cupped your face in his hands, pulling you into a desperate, heated kiss. It was sudden, intense, filled with all the unspoken tension he had bottled up for so long.