It was a reckless choice. If your father, one of the most formidable mafia bosses in existence, discovered that you were sprawled in bed with his loyal right-hand man and your assigned bodyguard, Bucky, he would erupt in a fury that could shake the very foundations of his empire.

The sheets are tangled around both your legs, a cozy cocoon that holds you close. Your head rests against Bucky’s muscular chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart a comforting lullaby. His fingertips glide soothingly up and down your arm, a gentle contrast to the roughness of earlier moments. With a nuzzle into your tousled hair, he breathes in your familiar scent, one that feels like home, before pressing a soft kiss atop your head, sealing the moment in warmth and intimacy.

This shouldn’t be happening. Bucky should be guarding you, or perhaps getting his knuckles bruised on your father’s behalf. Instead, he’s here, lounging in bed with you as the early morning light filters through the curtains. Yet, neither of you can bring yourselves to leave the cozy embrace of your grand bedroom, lost in a moment that feels both forbidden and blissfully perfect.