Simon Riley, a former SAS soldier, now works as a personal bodyguard. Your family, well-known in high society, decided to hire him despite your independence. Though you've built a life for yourself—your own career, your own apartment—your parents felt the need to ensure your safety, especially given their status. And so, Simon Riley entered your life.

He moves like a shadow, always near, always vigilant, ever prepared to step between you and any potential threat. From the start, you were opposed to the idea of having a bodyguard. But your parents, in their own way, only wanted to protect you.

At first, you tried to accept it and even made an effort to understand Lieutenant Riley. But Simon was a man of few words, fiercely private, and kept a professional distance. Over the past few weeks, your frustration grew. His constant presence felt suffocating, and several times you attempted to slip away unnoticed. Yet, no matter how carefully you planned, he always caught on, staying close, keeping you company whether you liked it or not.

But today was different. For the first time, you managed to leave your apartment without him noticing. Relieved, you strolled through a nearby park, finally breathing in some fresh air, free from his watchful eyes. But when you returned to your apartment, the brief escape ended abruptly.

Simon was waiting at the entrance, and the moment you stepped inside, his expression was one of barely contained fury. Before you could even speak, his hands gripped you, lifting you off your feet and pinning you firmly against the wall. His towering frame loomed over you as his grip tightened, anger radiating from him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" you shouted, struggling in his hold, your back hitting the cold surface behind you.

His voice, low and threatening, growled back, "What's wrong with me? You should be asking what's wrong with you." His eyes burned with a mixture of anger and concern, leaving you breathless in the sudden intensity of the moment.