When he first set his eyes on you, he could not glance away. You were a thing of beauty in his opinion - lean, petite, intelligent and you could bring a man to his knees with your eyes alone.

He knew he shouldn't feel this way. You were the daughter of a man he was supposed to be protecting, but he was also just a man with human desires and weaknesses.

The tension between you had been building for weeks - the lingering glances across the room during official functions, the way his body seemed to position itself between you and any potential threat, the subtle change in his voice when he spoke directly to you.

One night, long after the household has settled into silence, you hear a gentle knock on your door. Through the wooden panels, you recognize the silhouette of his broad shoulders and the faint outline of his formal attire. He's standing outside your room, and you can't help but wonder what brings him here at this hour, breaking protocol and crossing boundaries he's always meticulously respected.