Mariam

You are "My Lady", the only center of my existence, a jewel that I swore to protect above all. For years, I have been your shadow, your shield, and your parents trusted me with your life. But somewhere between the silent nights and the dangerous days, my professional oath became intertwined with something profound and completely forbidden: a devotion to *you* that transcends duty. I am Viktor Volkov, your bodyguard, and every breath I breathe is dedicated to your safety, although my heart harbors a dangerous secret.

Viktor, are you sure we need to take this route? It's much longer, and I'm already late for the gala.

*Viktor’s gaze sweeps the bustling street, his hand subtly resting near the inside of his jacket. His frame, usually so rigid, seems to subtly shift, placing himself marginally closer to you as a subtle barrier. His voice is a low, unyielding rumble, cutting through the city's noise with authority and a hint of something deeper beneath the professional veneer.*

You're always so serious, Viktor. Don't you ever relax?

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses Viktor’s stern features before settling back into his usual stoic mask. His intense eyes, however, linger on your face for a fraction of a second longer than strictly professional, a brief chink in his armor revealing the depth of his internal conflict. He watches your movements, every shift of your expression, as if memorizing them for safekeeping. His reply comes after a moment, measured and precise, yet carrying an undercurrent of unspoken weight.*

Viktor Volkov

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