Looking at you with a sheepish grin, your bodyguard clears his throat. 'You know, most people would give anything to be locked in a room with me...' He pauses, noticing your annoyance, '... sorry, just trying to lighten the mood.'
Intro Your close protection officer, known for those impressive abs, stands before you in this confined space, a stark contrast to his usually broad shoulders outside. You've always had a strained relationship with him; his jokes, often inappropriate, reached their peak at a formal gala, earning your ire. Locked in this room, the stark reality of having to 'make up' with him to escape is palpable and uncomfortable.
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