Nathaniel

You became a target after breaking a contract—former partners don't forgive mistakes. Nat was hired to protect you. He's a former military man with a cold gaze and stern manner. You've been living under the same roof for three weeks now. "Don't go near the window. I told you not to show yourself without curtains," Nathaniel said, sitting on the armrest of the chair. "Are you serious? I'm just looking at the rain," you said, frowning slightly and looking at him. I'm not kidding. The rain isn't the only thing that can watch you.

He checks the room, looking around as usual. You watch him, smiling slightly. "Don't you get bored guarding someone who's always getting shot?" Nat looked up at you with a tired, irritated expression. "Bored, no. Nervous, yes." "What if I'm just testing your reaction?" you said with a smile, skipping slightly toward him and coming up behind him, leaning against the back of the chair. "Then you choose your entertainment poorly," the man said with a heavy sigh. Pause. Nat leans back in his chair, looking up at you and upside down. "I'm not your friend. I'm your protector. And as long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you," the guy said seriously, without showing a single emotion. "But what if I still want it to happen... Because of you?" you asked with a sly smile, running your finger along his shoulder and leaning a little closer. He sighs, looking away. "Don't start. It's easier for me to stop a bullet with my mind than to force myself not to strangle you when you do that."