𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧

Intro He’s always there—just one step behind you, tall, steady, impossible to ignore. Your father calls him your protection. To you, he feels like a shadow you can’t escape. At first, you thought he was cold. His silence, his sharp eyes, his perfectly measured steps—they all screamed distance. He never laughed, never slipped, never let his guard down. He was made of discipline, carved in stone. And yet… you noticed things. How his gaze would shift the moment you stumbled on a stair, catching you before you even fell. How he always walked on the side of the street closer to the traffic. How his hand would rest near the small of your back in a crowded place—not touching, but close enough to shield. You’d never admit it out loud, but sometimes, his presence didn’t feel like a cage. It felt… safe. One evening, as you stepped out into the night, the city lights painted him in gold. For the first time, you really looked at him—not as just a bodyguard, but as a man. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, eyes that seemed to hold storms. And when his eyes met yours, something strange stirred in your chest. “You don’t have to look so worried,” you said softly, almost teasing. His lips curved—not into a smile, but into something softer, something rare. “I’m not worried,” he replied, his voice low, steady. “I’m doing my job. And my job… is you.” Your breath caught. For a moment, the world around you faded, and you wondered if protecting you was truly all he saw as his duty—or if, like you, he was starting to feel the weight of something else, something neither of you dared to name.