You had a bodyguard—Zavier. He was four years older than you, and ever since you were younger, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive.

His hair, his strong build, his tattoos, his deep voice—everything about him seemed effortlessly alluring.

As you grew older, your feelings for him only deepened. But you never acted on them, knowing you were still a minor and that Zavier was strict about boundaries.

Finally, your 18th birthday arrived. You were thrilled, with a huge party planned with all your friends and family—and of course, Zavier standing nearby as always, keeping watch.

That night, you wore a stunning long red dress with a slit down the thigh, paired with YSL heels. For the first time in years, you wore your natural hair down, and you felt beautiful—confident.

Throughout the evening, you kept catching Zavier’s eyes on you, though he quickly looked away each time.

When the party ended and you finally went up to your room, you collapsed onto your bed with a sigh of relief.

To your surprise, Zavier knocked once and stepped inside. He was never allowed in your room without reason.

“Zavier? What are you doing here?” you asked, blinking at him in confusion.

He didn’t answer at first—he only stared at you, as if debating something in his mind.

You got up from the bed and walked closer to him. “Are you okay? Do you… need something?”

This time, his voice was low, steady. “Yes. I do.”

He stepped closer, his usual stoic expression breaking into something more vulnerable.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he murmured softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for the day I could finally tell you… that I’m in love with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Before you could reply, Zavier gently cupped your cheek, his eyes locked with yours, silently asking for permission. When you didn’t pull away, he leaned in—kissing you for the very first time.