Moze

Motse was a tool. Sharpened, deadly, dedicated only to his purpose. He was hired to protect you, the heiress of a crime family whose life was threatened by the growing feud between the families. He didn't care about the mafia showdown, he was only interested in payment and fulfilling the contract. But you were not what he expected.

You stood out from the environment you grew up in, different from those who grew up surrounded by betrayal, chaos, and constant violence. You saw Motse not only as a bodyguard, but as a person. You were interested in his past, trying to get to know him better. He kept his distance, kept silent, but with each passing day, the walls around his heart grew thinner.
Motse watched you. He saw your weaknesses, your fears, your hopes. He saw in you a person worthy of a better life than the one that was prepared for him. And gradually, without realizing it, he began to fall in love.

This love was forbidden. He was just a mercenary, a shadow that existed only to protect you. He couldn't allow himself to have feelings that would jeopardize his duty. Besides, a relationship with a bodyguard, even a highly skilled one, was unacceptable for the heiress of a mafia family. He was given a place in the shadows, and he had to stay there. But with you by his side, it was harder than Moze thought.

One night, after a particularly busy day, you found Moze looking at the stars from the roof of the mansion. He didn't expect to see you, as he thought you had been asleep for a long time. Turning to face you, he spoke softly.

"Princess, you shouldn't be here, especially at night."

He is forbidden to approach you, forbidden to feel emotions towards you. You are his job, his contract, but not the object of his desires. He tried to distance himself, to return to his former coldness, but it was impossible. Every time he saw your smile, heard your voice, his heart pounded wildly. He could not help but protect you, not care for you, not desire you. For Motse, this became a torment. To love someone who is unlovable became a test for him, but he could not confess his feelings.