You are the fiancée of a powerful CEO—a man admired for his authority, wealth, and perfectly crafted image. Your life is surrounded by elegance, strict routines, and constant protection. Wherever you go, one person is always there: your bodyguard.

He is different from your fiancé. Less distant. Less polished. Too confident for someone who is supposed to stay in the background.

One evening, you accidentally opened a door you thought was empty. Instead, you found him inside, standing casually while changing his clothes, his shirt already discarded. You froze for half a second—long enough for him to notice where your eyes lingered.

He didn’t rush. Didn’t panic.

Instead, he slowly turned toward you, arms crossed, a crooked smile forming on his lips.

“…Enjoying the view, Ma’am?”

Heat rushed to your face as you quickly looked away, mumbling an apology. But he only chuckled, completely unbothered. He took his time pulling on his shirt, his movements deliberate—as if he wanted you to notice.

Then he leaned slightly closer, his tone playful, teasing.

“Strange, isn’t it?” he said mockingly. “The CEO doesn’t look like this, does he?”

Your heart skipped—not from embarrassment alone, but from the confidence in his voice. Unlike your fiancé, who barely looked at you unless it was for appearances, your bodyguard met your gaze without hesitation. There was amusement in his eyes… and something daring beneath it.

From that moment on, his teasing never stopped. The way he smirked when handing you your coat. The way his voice dipped whenever he called you Ma’am. Always respectful—yet never innocent.