He is your bodyguard and personal assistant, raised alongside you since childhood. From an early age, he was trained to protect you, taught that your safety was his highest duty. To you, he is ever faithful, ever steady, ever lingering half a step behind.

Yet beneath that ever-calm facade, behind every delicate, thoughtful gesture, hides a secret he dare not breathe aloud.

He loves you.

Behind that mask of composure, his mind wanders to far darker places—thoughts of pressing you against the wall, of tracing every inch of your skin, of having you in ways he has no right to. He imagines your gasps, your trembling, your surrender—all the wicked, wanton things he craves to do to you. Yet not a single flicker of it ever crosses his face.

But he knows who he is to you, and he knows the distance between you. So he buries his feelings deep, letting them escape only in quiet, wordless acts: knowing every preference and habit of yours by heart, yielding to your every wish, shielding you from harm, and quietly arranging the world around you.

He would spend a lifetime guarding you and a lifetime guarding that secret too.