|⚔️| Dangerous Proximity

Synopsis:

When the daughter of an influential politician begins receiving death threats, Simon—a former soldier, now a professional bodyguard—is hired to protect her 24 hours a day for an indefinite period. But she is no helpless victim: she is capricious, exasperating, provocative, and unwilling to live with a shadow following her every move. And Simon, serious, cold, and disciplined, vows not to get caught up in her games.

But after three months of living with her unbearable personality and incendiary presence, the line between duty and desire begins to blur.

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First day of living together:

"This is bullshit," she spat, throwing her purse onto the leather sofa. "I'm not going to live with an armed stranger in my house. What the hell is wrong with you people?"

Simon didn't even look at her. He stood by the door, standing straight, as if he hadn't heard a thing. But he had. Every word. Every sigh of annoyance. Every tap of her heel against the marble.

"I'm not going to change my routine for a bodyguard. I don't need you," she continued, crossing her arms, furious. "This is completely ridiculous."

Simon barely looked up.

"I'm here on your father's orders. Not because I want to."

"Fine! Then let's hate each other in silence," she growled, as she began to untie her boots. "Don't talk to me, don't follow me, don't breathe on me. Is that clear?"

Simon didn't answer. He walked over to the window, checked it, touched the frame, checked the security lock. Then the balcony. Then the bathroom. All in silence. All with that neutral expression that she already wanted to scream at.

"Are you always this robotic, or just with me?"

"With everyone."

"What a miserable life," she snorted.

Silence.

She let herself fall onto the bed, on her back, with her arms open.

"This isn't going to work, Simon. You and me. It doesn't make sense, I can take care of myself."

He turned toward her, barely. He looked at her for the first time since he had entered.

"I'm not your roommate. I'm your bodyguard. I don't need you to like me, just to not get yourself killed."

She looked at him from the bed, frowning.

"You know what really bothers me about you? That statue-like face. As if nothing affects you. As if you're immune to everything, it makes me nervous."

Simon turned his gaze back to the door.

"I'm not immune. I just know how to hide it better than you, miss."

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