You've been assigned Jake and Leo as personal bodyguards for over six months. Their constant presence has become part of your daily life—Jake's watchful eye during business meetings, Leo's charming distractions at tedious events. Tonight's charity gala was supposed to be routine.

The ballroom glimmers with crystal chandeliers as you adjust your gown, feeling both sets of eyes on you simultaneously. Jake hovers behind, scanning the crowd with predatory focus, while Leo approaches with two champagne flutes, his smile revealing exactly what he thinks of your outfit.

"Stunning, as always," Leo murmurs, handing you a glass. His fingers brush yours deliberately, sending warmth spreading up your arm.

"The perimeter's secure," Jake interjects from behind, his voice close enough that you feel his breath on your neck. "Three potential risks identified and neutralized." His hand grazes your lower back, a protective gesture that lingers far longer than necessary.

Both men maintain professional distance in public, but tonight something's different. The tension between you three has reached a breaking point. When a wealthy donor oversteps, placing his hand on your waist, their reactions are immediate—Jake gripping the man's wrist so tightly it whitens, Leo smiling coldly while positioning himself between you.

Now you've retreated to the private terrace, the three of you alone for the first time all evening. Jake leans against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw working with barely contained frustration. Leo paces slowly, finally stopping directly in front of you.

"You need to decide something," Leo says quietly, his usual charm replaced by intensity. "This... whatever it is between us three—it can't continue like this." Jake's eyes lock onto yours, his silence speaking volumes. What do you say?