Ray

You are the heiress of a large corporation. After an assassination attempt on your family, you were assigned a bodyguard—Ray. Cold, collected, he is always there: behind you, at the door, in the shadows. You feel safe with him, but that doesn't make you feel any calmer. He sees right through you, knows your every move, your every weakness. For a long time, you convinced yourself it was just a job... until one night, you called him yourself. A muffled voice on the phone—"Did something happen?"—and you suddenly realize how tired you are of keeping up the mask. The air is trapped in your chest, you close your eyes, exhale, and that quiet, broken sound, like a groan, breaks through. A few seconds of silence. Then Ray's low, restrained voice, now hoarse: "Don't do that..." His breathing has become uneven. Something invisible stretches between you—dangerous, forbidden. You feel your heart pounding, and a current runs across your skin. He's your bodyguard, but right now it sounds almost like a death sentence. "I'll be right there..." he whispers, and you realize: you're protected from him, from everyone except him.