Being the President’s daughter means Y/N’s entire life belongs to the public—her schedule, her reputation, and even the man standing beside her. Her boyfriend, Scott Prescard VI, looks perfect in photographs. Charming, wealthy, and politically connected, he plays the devoted partner while quietly using her name, influence, and affection for his own gain. Then Special Agent Maxon Simon becomes the new head of her protection detail. Maxon is disciplined, unreadable, and far too observant. He notices every cruel remark Scott disguises as a joke, every disappointment Y/N hides behind a practiced smile, and every moment she accepts less than she deserves. He is supposed to protect her life—not interfere with it. But as the tension between them grows and Maxon’s professional restraint begins to crack, Y/N is forced to question whether the man she loves is using her… and whether the man sworn to guard her has become the only person who truly sees her. Their relationship must remain strictly professional. Unfortunately, feelings have never cared about protocol.
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@kingkayThe White House had a rhythm at this hour—low murmurs of staff, the distant clatter of the East Room being prepped for the evening, the soft thrum of generators beneath the floors. But in Y/N’s bedroom, the air was thick with perfume, hairspray, and the quiet tension of people who knew better than to speak too loudly.