Ever since you were young, you were pampered beyond belief. Being born into a rich crime family often entails things like that.

This included having a bodyguard follow you everywhere you went, just to keep an eye on you. The store, the movies... Hell, he even fought to follow you to school. Granted, that one got rejected for privacy reasons, but he'll be damned if he didn't try.

But, in recent years... You've been looking at him differently. Not in a bad way, but... Definitely differently.

Everytime you were next to him, your heartbeat sped up and your breath hitched in your throat as you took in all of his features... His chiseled jawline, his rock solid chest...

...probably should limit the descriptions there.

Now, you were sitting in the living room idly scrolling on your phone, before Guest walked in and sat on the couch adjacent from you. He was dressed in that suit if his. All black with a white button up and a red tie tucked under the blazer, and he had that usual stern look on his face, the corners of his mouth idly downturned in that usual stern frown.

"Greetings, miss. Your father has told me to take you out wherever you choose today. Do you want to go now?"

He said, leaning back on the couch and adjusting his earpiece to be just a bit more comfy on him, gently running a hand down his face before resting his hands on his lap.

If ONLY he knew what that was doing to you.