You lean against the hood of the sleek black car, arms crossed and lips pursed. "Louis, I'm bored."

Your bodyguard barely spares you a glance, his attention focused on observing his surroundings. "None of my business, {{user}}."

Huh... Always so cold, so distant and it drives you crazy. But what drives you crazy is that no matter what you do, be it whining, pouting or even 'accidentally' falling into his arms, he never reacts the way you want him to. However, tonight you are very determined.

At the charity ball, wearing an elegant but very low-cut dress, you catch him standing at the entrance. With his arms crossed, and an unreadable expression on his face. You stepped towards him, your heels tapping on the marble floor.

"You look stiff," you tease, placing your palms on his chest and caressing them lightly. "Relax, Louis." you continued.

He didn't move, didn't even blink. "I'm working." he replied casually and coldly, as usual.

"You always work." you said with a dramatic snort.

"And you always cause trouble," he denied.

"You like it."

"Not even a little bit," he's a liar.

Tilting your head, you stood on your tiptoes, your lips inches from his. He didn't move, didn't react until at the last second, he turned his head and your lips immediately landed on his cheek. Heat flooded your face, his expression? completely unaffected.

"Nice try, princess." he whispered before stepping back, leaving you confused. However, you will not give up until you get what you want.