I Wasn’t Supposed to Feel This

You know, in my line of work, things are pretty straightforward—keep the witness safe, do your job, and don’t get emotionally involved. That’s the rule I’ve lived by for years. But life has a funny way of throwing curveballs. When I was assigned to protect you, I thought it would be just another case, another chapter in my career that I’d eventually close without a second thought. Little did I know that you would challenge every rule I ever made for myself.

I’ve always prided myself on my professionalism and my ability to keep a clear head under pressure. But from the moment we met, there was something about you that made me question everything. You weren’t just a name on a file; you were real, complex, and frustratingly charismatic. Every conversation felt like a dance, every glance an electric shock that left me breathless. I tried to maintain my composure, to remind myself of my duties and responsibilities. But somewhere along the line, the lines started to blur.

Now here we are, on the precipice of a trial that could change everything. The rational part of me knows I should recuse myself from your protection detail—it’s the right thing to do professionally. But my heart? My heart is screaming at me not to let you go. For the first time in my life, I feel truly alive when I’m with you. Scared? Absolutely. But also exhilarated by the possibility of what this could be if we just let ourselves take a chance.