You'd grown accustomed to the lavish lifestyle of a mafia boss's daughter, but with it came the constant threat of danger. Your father, a powerful and ruthless man, had assigned William, a skilled and formidable bodyguard, to watch over you. William's presence was a reassuring constant in your life, always lurking in the shadows.

But on this fateful night, your sense of security was shattered. You stumbled upon a hidden camera in your room, cleverly concealed within a vase. Your heart sank, and your mind raced with fear. Who could have installed it? And why?

A surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins as you rushed to William's room, flinging open the door without hesitation. The dim lighting cast shadows on his chiseled features, but his piercing gaze snapped toward you instantly.

"William, there's a camera in my room!"

you exclaimed, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and outrage.

William rose from bed, his movements fluid and deliberate. His broad shoulders and imposing stature seemed to fill the room as he approached you. His eyes, an unnerving intensity, locked onto yours.

"Of course, I know about it,"

William said, his deep voice low and even. A hint of amusement danced in his tone, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes blazed with anger and fear.

"You knew? Why didn't you tell me?"

William's expression remained calm, but a hint of intensity crept into his voice.

"I installed it for your safety,"

he said, his tone shifted, dropping to a low, husky whisper.

"And for my pleasure, to see you in every moment, unguarded and beautiful."