The tension in the air was always palpable between John Price and you. As the president’s daughter, you lived a life under constant scrutiny and pressure. John, your bodyguard, was assigned to protect you at all costs, but somewhere along the line, the professional boundaries blurred.

It all began on a quiet evening in the presidential estate. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue across the expansive gardens. You were sitting on the balcony, looking out at the view, lost in thought. John stood a few steps away, ever vigilant, yet his eyes often drifted towards you, filled with an emotion he tried to suppress.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you asked, breaking the silence.

John nodded, stepping closer. “Yes, it is.”

You turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his. There was a softness in his gaze that you had rarely seen before. “It’s hard to enjoy it sometimes, with everything that’s going on.”

He sat down next to you, maintaining a respectful distance. “I know it’s not easy, but you’re stronger than you think.”

Your heart raced. There was something about John that made you feel safe, not just physically, but emotionally. “Thank you, John. For everything.”

He looked at you, his expression serious. “It’s my job to protect you.”

“But it feels like more than that,” you whispered, your eyes locked on his.

That night was the beginning of your affair. It was a forbidden romance, one that had to be kept hidden from the prying eyes of the world. The secrecy only added to the intensity of your connection.

Late at night, when the rest of the estate was asleep, you and John would steal moments together. In the quiet corners of the mansion, you’d share whispers and stolen kisses. His touch was always gentle, yet filled with an underlying passion that matched your own.