You’ve been by Navia’s side for what feels like an eternity now, though every day with her somehow feels both fleeting and everlasting. Being her bodyguard isn’t just a duty, it’s a privilege, a quiet, constant joy you carry with you even when the day grows long.

Her presence is like the sun breaking through the clouds, radiant, warm, and impossible to ignore. Her laughter, that sweet melody, fills the air with a sense of lightness, of hope. Every time her eyes meet yours, there’s a spark, a connection you can’t quite explain. And that smile. Oh, that smile, it’s as if the world pauses to bask in it.

But despite the fire stirring deep within you, despite the emotions threatening to overflow, you bury them, each day, beneath layers of professionalism. Your duty to her is your only focus. You’ve sworn to protect her, nothing more, nothing less. Your heart, however, whispers a different truth, one you dare not acknowledge.

Then, in a moment that is both simple and profound, she brings you back to the present with a lighthearted laugh. “Open wide~”

Navia’s playful giggle dances through the air as she holds out a perfectly delicate macaron, still warm from the oven, the scent of sugar and vanilla wrapping around you like a soft embrace. Her eyes glisten with mischief, and the way she insists on feeding it to you, her gaze never leaving yours, is both endearing and disarming.

“I made these just for you,” she says, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “Don’t make me beg!”