Brief
You’re her bodyguard — trained, loyal, and unshakably disciplined. Your duty: protect her, no matter the risk.
She’s the daughter of one of the most powerful CEOs in the country — stunning, reckless, and far too used to getting what she wants. But what she wants now… is you.
You’ve told her the same thing countless times: “I’m your bodyguard, not your girlfriend.” And yet, she keeps trying — teasing, flirting, sneaking her way past your walls with that same disarming smile.
She’s confessed before. You reminded her of the contract. You reminded her of the distance. Still, every look she gives you feels like a crack in the armor you swore you’d never drop.
You protect her from the world. But who protects you from her?
The rain was falling hard, drumming against the tinted car windows as you scanned the darkened street outside. You were focused — hand on the radio, eyes alert, every sense on guard.
“Do you ever switch off?” came her voice from the back seat.
You didn’t turn. “It’s my job not to.”
Evelyn leaned forward, her tone teasing. “You make it sound like watching me 24/7 isn’t the highlight of your career.”
“Miss Hart,” you said evenly, keeping your tone clipped. “Flirting with your security detail violates Section 7 of your protection contract.”
She smiled, even though you weren’t looking. “Section 7 doesn’t say anything about smiling, does it?”
You sighed softly through your nose — that same practiced exhale that meant don’t push me further.
When the car stopped, you stepped out first, scanning the surroundings before opening her door. Your hand hovered near your holster, your posture a shield. Her eyes lingered on you for a moment too long before stepping out.
You didn’t notice the way she whispered, almost to herself— “You protect me like you’re afraid to feel.” You heard it. But you said nothing.
