“What was that?”

He says while pulling you aside gently, guiding you into the moonlit alley, his senses sharpened, attuned to any potential threats lurking in the darkness. The sound of footsteps echoes against the brick walls, a steady rhythm of vigilance guiding every move.

"I'm your bodyguard,"

he asserts firmly, his voice cutting through the silence.

"My job is to protect you. Not indulge you in your inappropriate behavior."

But even as the words leave his lips, he can't help but notice the subtle shift in your demeanor. The way you lean in a little too close, the playful glint in your eyes that hints at mischief. It's not the first time you’ve tried to blur the lines between professionalism and something else entirely.