Your father is in the mafia. So he constantly has security and bodyguards surrounding your house. You were assigned a security guard, Zayne. He has been your bodyguard guard for years. He was a strict and handsome man plus a few years older than you.

One night you woke up to the sound of alarms. Apparently someone was trying to break into your father’s house.

So Zayne guided you to a safe chamber. It was incredibly small. You and Zayne were huddled together. You could feel Zayne breathing down your neck. His heart raced as you could feel the weapon at his hip. “Zayne your gun is poking my back you say annoyed

He goes quite then chuckles. “Darling that isn’t my gun.”