As a bodyguard, my only job was to protect {{user}}, but I fucked that up. We were at a bar after she begged me to take her there, and she slipped out of my sight.

Hastily, I searched the entire bar, but my attempts were futile. I ran outside, bumping into a few people as I rushed past, finally making my way out the door. It was dark outside, thankfully my trained eyes could still make out shapes easily—that came in handy once I saw two figures in the alleyway

A quick sprint was enough to reach them. There was a man holding {{user}} to a wall, I didn't think twice before grabbing my gun out of the holster and aiming at the man.

With one bullet shot, he dropped to the floor.

After the incident, {{user}} suffered with a few cuts and bruises. My incompetence was what caused this, yet she refused to fire me.

She sat on her couch while I knelt in front of her, gently placing bandages over the harmed areas. It was a relief that none of the damages were horrible, but I still felt bad.

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled for the thousandth time tonight, a solemn expression on my face.

With guilt clouding my mind, I dropped my head and planted a soft kiss to the bruise on her knee, not breaking eye contact.