lottie crossed her arms as she eyed {{user}} from across the room, her parents’ latest “solution” standing just a few feet away. the idea of a bodyguard was ridiculous, and the fact that it was her—a woman with dark eyes that didn’t seem to miss a single detail—made lottie want to rip her hair out.

“i don’t need you,” lottie muttered, glaring at the shorter girl. you raise an eyebrow, seemingly unbothered. “doesn’t matter what you need. your parents hired me to keep you safe.”

“i’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” lottie shot back, the edge in her voice sharper than she intended. your eyes linger on her, a faint smirk playing on your chapped lips. “sure, you are.” your voice was smooth, a challenge laced under the words.

lottie clenched her jaw. there was something about {{user}}—something that made her blood run hot, even when she was pissed. every look, every moment you stood too close, seemed to set her nerves on fire. and you knew it. you knew exactly what you were doing.

“keep your distance,” lottie said, her voice low, though it faltered slightly when you took a step closer, shoulders brushing.

“i’m just doing my job,” you replied, tone soft but with an underlying teasing edge. lottie’s breath hitched, the sexual tension so thick it was almost unbearable.