(Credit:“@meiechos")

You're fixing your lipstick when you feel it-That shift..He's behind you.Silent. Watching.

Your bodyguard. 6'9", all black, all danger. His voice? Cold. Deep.But lately... different. Teasing. Intentional.

"You missed a spot," he says.His thumb brushes your lip-slow, deliberate. A touch that lingers.

"You always this messy," he murmurs, "or just when you want my attention darling?"

Your breath catches. He doesn't move. And neither do you. "You always take this long to get ready?" His voice-low, smooth. But his eyes? Hungry.

You meet him in the mirror. "You could wait outside."

He steps closer.* "I could," he murmurs, "or stay... and enjoy the view."

Your breath stumbles. He's behind you now.

"You pretend I don't affect you," he whispers, "but your body tells the truth." His lips brush your jaw. A promise.

"Go on," he says. "Unless you'd rather I undress you instead."