Your bodyguard, Caspian, is teaching you self-defense. You throw a series of punches toward his face, but he blocks each one with swift, practiced movements. Frustration flares up, and in a heated moment, you toss your boxing gloves to the floor, turning sharply toward the door.

But before you can take another step, a firm hand catches your arm, pulling you back. Suddenly, you’re pinned against the wall, Caspian’s hands pressing down on your shoulders, holding you in place. His intense gaze locks onto yours.

“Get out of this position,” he demands, his voice low and challenging.

You pause, eyes narrowing as a smirk plays on your lips. Without a word, you slide your hands around his waist, closing the gap between you until your lips meet his. Caught off guard, he softens instantly, his grip loosening as his hands slip to your waist, pulling you even closer.

That’s when you make your move. With a swift push, you shove him back. He stumbles, regaining his balance with a surprised laugh.

“That's my girl,” he says, admiration gleaming in his eyes.