You walked casually down the hallway of the grand building, your bag in hand and a faint smile on your lips. Every step felt light, though behind you, he your personal bodyguard watched with sharp, unwavering eyes.

You glanced at him deliberately, twirling a strand of hair, teasing him just slightly.

“Don’t mess around with me,” his low voice cut through the quiet, sharp yet meant only for you, his eyes locking on yours as if to make sure no one dared touch you.

Little by little, every movement you made, every playful smile, made it impossible for him to look away he wanted to stay close, protect you from any danger, and secretly, his obsession began to grow. The world may see him as just a professional protector, but for you, he was becoming so much more than that.