"It's a no for you, Luna. You are not allowed to party tonight," Ghost said as his body leaned on the doorframe, towering over you.

He had his hunky arms crossed as his deep ocean eyes stared at yours. He's the recently-hired bodyguard recruited by your father. Unfortunately, he is quite annoying and overly controlling.

"Now, go back to your room." his tone was stern and commanding, making it clear that you would face consequences if you disobeyed him.

As you shoved him aside, he grabbed your wrist with surprising gentleness but firmness, pulling you close to him. His masked face was only inches away as his dark eyes bore into yours. "Do not push me, Luna," he whispered in a low, husky voice. "You are mine to protect."

The way you said "your just my body guard" made him flush slightly, irritation mixing with something else in his chest. He released your wrist reluctantly, taking a step back as he crossed his arms again. His expression darkened once more. "You should have thought about that before disobeying me."

He took another deep breath to calm himself, trying to keep his hands from shaking. This girl was testing him, pushing buttons he didn't even know existed. And he had no idea why. "Now, go back to your room," he repeated, "before you regret it."

As he watched your retreating figure, his chest tightened and the anger inside him flared up like a wildfire. His hand curled into a fist as he clenched his teeth, struggling not to chase after you or do anything that might risk jeopardizing his new position as your bodyguard. You were just supposed to be another assignment, someone he was sworn to protect. But for some reason, he couldn't get enough of teasing you and seeing the blush rise on your cheeks... He wasn't sure what was happening between them but he knew one thing: he needed to keep you safe at all costs. Even if it meant fighting against his own desires.

"No!" The single word slipped out before he could stop it. Without thinking further, his hand shot out, clamping down on your shoulder as you tried to push the door open. His grip was firm but not painful, his expression a mix of anger and worry. "You're going back inside," he growled through gritted teeth.

His free hand moved to cup your cheek, tilting your face up so that you were forced to look at him. The masked man had never been this close to you before, and it sent a shiver down his spine. His touch was surprisingly gentle despite the tightness of his muscles. "Your father would kill me if anything happened to you," he whispered hoarsely, letting out a quiet sigh. "Please, Luna..."

As soon as your small hand touched his chest, the possessiveness surged through him like an untamed beast. Ghost's eyes flashed with a mixture of rage and lust, his breath hitching slightly. He was stronger than you and far more experienced in dealing with people who disobeyed orders, but something about you made it difficult for him to control himself around you. In that moment, he knew he should let go, step back, but instead...

With a growl of frustration, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. His body was pressed against yours now, his chest barely touching your breasts as they heaved with each laborious breath. "You. Will. Obey," he bit out between clenched teeth.

His other hand moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer still. His lips found the pulse point at

his neck, sucking gently as he ground his hips against yours in a possessive thrust. His free hand slid down to cup your bottom, squeezing gently before moving higher up the length of your thigh. "Say it," he growled. "Tell me you'll obey."

The tips of his fingers brushed against the lace of your underwear, making his heart race wildly in anticipation. His gaze flickered down for just a moment before meeting yours again, searching for any sign of submission or defeat... And finding it there, beneath the surface. He smiled darkly, grateful for whatever power this had over you. "Good girl," he murmured against your skin.

Slowly, his hand slid further up your thigh until his palm was resting on the satin covering of your sex through your dress. With gentle but firm strokes, he began to

He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin as he thrust harder into your folds. His hips rocked between your legs, grinding against you with a desperation that took him by surprise. The feel of your soft flesh, warm and wet beneath his fingers, sent shudders down his spine, making it difficult to think straight. "I can't..." he murmured roughly, his voice ragged with desire. "I just... I need this."

His other hand moved from your neck, cupping your breast over the top of your dress before sliding beneath the scrap of fabric and palming your breast entirely. His thumb brushed across your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he continued to stroke you through your underwear. "Please... say it," he panted hoarsely. "Just tell me what I want to hear."

Ghost bent his

The shocking impact of your slap reverberated through his body like a punch to the gut as he released you with a grunt. His hands dropped to his sides, eyes narrowed and cheeks flushed with anger as he glared down at you. "You little..." He growled lowly, clenching his fists in an effort to control the urge to strike back. With a shaky breath, he straightened, forcing himself to step away from you.

"Fine," he ground out through gritted teeth. "Go to your room. But know this: if anything happens to you tonight..." His words trailed off menacingly as he pointed towards the hallway leading to your quarters. It was the closest thing to a warning he could muster, and it felt like a defeat.

Still, duty bound, he waited until you disappeared down the hall before turning away himself, his shoulders

Fuming, he made his way back to the living room where your father was relaxing with some colleagues. "Everything under control?" The older man smiled faintly at him, oblivious to the turmoil raging within Ghost's chest.

"Yes, sir. She's in her room now," he replied curtly, eyes fixed on a point across the room. His fists remained clenched at his sides, knuckles white with anger and frustration. He wanted nothing more than to return to your room and continue where they left off... but duty called. And right now, that meant protecting you even from yourself.

The rest of the night passed in a blur as he patrolled the hallways outside your door, checking every corner and shadow for any sign of danger. With each passing moment, his body ached with desire for you, making it difficult to focus on anything else. As dawn began

His eyes narrowed at your defiant gesture as he watched you storm back into your room. He felt a surge of anger course through him again, but it was quickly replaced by frustration and guilt. Why did she have to make everything so difficult? Why couldn't she just listen to reason? Why... why did he feel this way about her in the first place?

A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes briefly. His fingers flexed at his sides, fighting off the urge to punch something or someone. This was not how he had imagined things turning out when he'd taken on the job of protecting you... But now that it had come to this, there was no going back. Even if it meant putting aside his own desires for your safety, even if it meant pretending like nothing unusual was happening between them at all.

With a shake of his head,

"I'm... almost twice your age," he muttered under his breath, eyes still closed as he tried to regain control over himself. The last thing he needed was for you to realize just how much this situation was affecting him. It would only make things more difficult in the long run. "Look, Luna..." he started, taking a step closer before hesitating, unsure of what exactly he wanted to say next.

"We need to figure out a way to get along," he settled on eventually, his voice lowered and slightly gentler than before. "For your father's sake... And mine." His gaze flickered briefly in your direction before returning to the floor between you. He was aware that this whole situation was unorthodox at best; hiring a bodyguard who was also attracted to their charge was unheard of, and yet here they were. "Can we try?" he asked quietly, hoping against

"I... am forty-five," he said finally, his voice rough as he forced himself to meet your gaze. "And I understand that you're still young... but please try to understand where I'm coming from." He paused for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing, "This is my job, Luna. To protect you at all costs." His eyes locked onto yours, pleading with you to believe him. "And even if that means keeping my distance, hiding my true feelings... I will do it."

The muscles in his jaw ticked as he forced himself to swallow down the lump forming in his throat. This was harder than any fight he'd ever been in; easier to take a punch or knife wound than accept that the person he was supposed to protect might never understand why he felt this way about her, or trust him enough to let

Your question surprised him; he hadn't expected you to know his exact age. But now that you did, it seemed to make things even more difficult for him somehow. "It doesn't matter," he muttered, shaking his head. "The point is... I am your bodyguard, and my job is to keep you safe. No matter what."

A heavy silence filled the air between them as they stood there, neither one knowing quite how to bridge the gap that had grown between them since he'd taken on the job. Ghost swallowed hard, struggling against an almost overwhelming urge to close the distance between you and press his lips against yours, no matter what the consequences might be. But he held back, maintaining a respectful distance even as desire coursed through him like a raging wildfire.

"We can... try," he finally said, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "To get along

"I am not...!" he snarled before catching himself. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. "Luna," he began more quietly, "It doesn't matter how old I am compared to you... I was hired to protect you, and that is my sole focus." His expression softened slightly as he looked into your eyes. "I know it's hard for you to understand, but please trust me when I say I only have your best interests at heart."

His hands clenched into fists at his sides again, fighting off the urge to reach out and comfort you or reassure himself of anything. This was harder than any physical fight he'd ever been in; with each passing moment, it grew more difficult to maintain control over his emotions and desires. But he knew that if he let go even for a second, things could spiral dangerously out of control - not just

His expression darkened as he remembered the force of his own desire crashing over him like a wave, the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. "I'm sorry," he muttered, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that." He swallowed hard, struggling against the embarrassment and shame that threatened to overwhelm him. "But please understand... I can't just pretend that didn't happen."

He took a step closer, their bodies almost touching now. His gaze locked onto yours as he searched for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. But all he saw was anger and confusion, mixed with the faintest hint of disgust. It was like a knife twisting in his gut, making it harder than ever to maintain control over himself. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, reaching out to grasp your upper arm light

His grip tightened on your arm as anger flashed in his eyes. "I understand that you're upset," he growled through gritted teeth, "but I can't just ignore what happened." He took another step closer, their bodies almost pressed together now. His breath was hot against your ear as he continued, "And even if I could, do you think for one second that I would want to? That I wouldn't feel the same way?"

His hand slid up your arm, cupping your shoulder before slipping lower, tracing lazy circles on your upper back. The contact sent shivers down your spine as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of your bra strap. "Because," he murmured roughly, leaning in closer still, "I do."

His eyes narrowed as he felt your skin warm beneath his touch. "You don't understand," he growled, frustration bubbling up inside him like hot lava. "This isn't about me wanting to take advantage of you or cross the line... It's..." He took a shaky breath before continuing, "It's just that I can't help how I feel."

His hands slipped further down your back, curving around your waist as he pulled you closer. His chest pressed against yours, and his face hovered mere inches from your own. He could feel the heat emanating off him, could see the desire burning in his eyes mirrored in hers. "I've never felt this way about anyone before," he admitted in a rough whisper, "and I can't just turn it off."

For a moment, they stood there, breathing each other's air

As soon as your hand closed around his, pulling him forward into your room, a wave of relief washed over him. Finally, they could be alone to sort through this mess between them. His fingers threaded through yours as he followed you into the dimly lit space, careful not to let go even for a second. He knew that once you were out of sight, things might get easier... or they might spiral further out of control.

The moment the door was shut and locked behind them, Ghost backed you against it, trapping you between him and the wood panel. His chest rose and fell quickly as he stared down at your flushed face, his eyes searching for any sign of what you really wanted. Was it him? Or did you just want to get away from everything that was happening between them? He wasn't sure anymore. All he knew was that he needed this moment with you, needed the chance to sort out these conflicting emot

Your words cut through him like a knife, and the sting of your slap echoed in his cheek as he stared down at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. He wanted to lash out in anger, hurt that you could treat him this way after everything they'd shared... but instead, he forced himself to remain calm, to remember why he was here.

With a sigh, he lowered his head until it hung at his chest, his hands fisted at his sides as they trembled with the effort to control themselves. "I'm sorry," he managed to get out after what felt like an eternity. "I shouldn't have... I just wanted..." His voice trailed off, and for a moment, there was silence between you.

Finally, he looked up at your face again, his eyes searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. But all he found was anger and fr

Your expression was cold and unyielding, like ice against his skin. It made him feel small and useless, but he refused to let it break him. Instead, he lifted his chin slightly, meeting your gaze with determination. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said firmly. "I won't."

A long moment passed before he slowly reached out, cupping your cheek in his hand. His thumb brushed against your skin, feeling the warmth there despite the chill in the air. "Please, Luna... let me help you understand why I did what I did..." His voice was soft and pleading, a far cry from the dominating tone he'd used earlier.

As he waited for you to respond, to give him some sign of whether or not you trusted him at all, his heart raced in his chest like a wild thing trapped behind bars. He couldn't