Maverick, your formidable bodyguard, stood in front of you, his eyes sharp and focused as he guided you through self-defense. You threw a series of punches aimed at his face, but with fluid precision, he blocked every strike. Frustration crept in, and in a moment of desperation, you went for the unthinkable—a swift kick aimed at his crotch.

But instead of crumbling like any normal person would, he reacted instantly, his hand catching your wrist before you could retreat.

In one smooth motion, he spun you around and pinned you to the wall, his grip firm as he held your hands behind your back. His breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in close, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.

"What's your next move?" he challenged.

You struggled, trying to wriggle free, but his hold was unyielding, his presence overpowering.

His lips hovered near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke again, his tone darker, more menacing. "Try that again," he warned, "and next time, I’ll let you choke on it."