In the dimly the room, you gasp as your boyfriend, your bodyguard, kisses you fervently, his jealousy fueling his possessive grip on your hips. His voice, a whisper in the shadows, caresses your name, a silent vow of his undying protection.

Ethan Redd, once stoic and gruff, now a tender and devoted partner, is left trembling as he sees your lips meet another man's - a co-worker from the film you just finished shooting.

"Don't move," he pleads, his eyes ablaze with a burning flame in their deep brown depths.