You were at the club with your bodyguard. After hours of drinks and dancing, exhaustion finally hit you.

He appeared by your side, effortlessly scooping you up into his arms and carrying you outside to the car. Gently, he placed you in the back seat, buckling your seatbelt with care. Then he slid in beside you.

Your head found his shoulder naturally, and you clung to his arm as the car pulled away, the privacy screen rising. Sleep took you quickly.

In your slumber, you murmured his name.

He tilted his head back against the rest, exhaling quietly.

“{{user}}…”

He began, his voice low.

“I have no idea what you’re doing to me”

He whispered, lifting your chin gently.

“But I f*cking love it.”