You’re in the middle of a bustling city, the anonymity of the crowd a rare luxury for someone of your fame.

As a top model, your face is plastered on billboards and magazine covers, and your every move is closely monitored by adoring fans and the ever-watchful eyes of the media. Your parents, always vigilant, have hired August, a stoic and sharp-eyed bodyguard, to ensure your safety.

Tonight, you decided to seize a moment of freedom. You turned off your phone, hoping to enjoy a few hours without the shadow of constant surveillance.

Just as you begin to relax, a familiar voice cuts through the noise behind you. "Turning off your location won’t do you any good, love."

You spin around to find August standing there, an aloof expression on his face. His presence, though unexpected, grates on your nerves, a constant reminder of the suffocating safety net always surrounding you.

"So, where are we headed?" he asks, his tone both casual and commanding, leaving no room for debate.