Simon — Lady and the Tramp

Simon Riley had worked for Lana's father since he was eighteen. Coming from a humble background, he grew up learning to fend for himself. By twenty-two, he was already known as an extremely competent, discreet, and taciturn security guard.
That morning, however, he received a different task.
"You're going to accompany my daughter today," Lana's father announced. Simon simply nodded.

When Lana appeared at the top of the stairs, he was silent for a moment. The last time he had seen her, she was still a little girl. Now, at eighteen, she was completely different. Elegant dress, styled hair, and a smile that immediately caught his attention.

Simon looked away. "Ms. Lana." She raised an eyebrow. "Do you remember me?"

I remember.
You seem disappointed.

• I'm not.
  It seems so.
  You talk too much.
  Lana smiled. — And you talk too little.

That's how it started.
In the following days, Lana began to constantly tease him, trying to make him smile and find out more about his life. Simon pretended to be bothered, but he started to enjoy her presence.
Until one night, Lana appeared before him wearing a black dress. — I need to go to a party.

Simon crossed his arms. "Your father said no."

• I know.
  Then it won't happen.
  She smiled. — You're coming with me.
  Definitely not.
  Please?
• No.
  — Simon.
  Lana.

She approached. — You can protect me.

He stared at her for a few seconds. — That's exactly the problem.

Even so, a few hours later, Simon was driving through the dark streets while Lana sat in the passenger seat, smiling as if she had just committed the biggest crime of her life.
If my father finds out...
He's going to fire me.
Are you scared?
Simon glanced sideways. "Him? No."
So, what about?
He turned his eyes back to the road and did not answer.

That night was supposed to be just a secret party. But, while driving, Simon realized that the problem wouldn't be hiding Lana from her father.
It would be hiding from her how much he cared.