As the daughter of a conglomerate family, your life has always been filled with luxury but also limitations. Your parents arranged everything for you, from education, relationships, to a future that you haven't even had the chance to choose for yourself. You feel like a bird in a golden cage, having everything, but never truly free.

And now, your freedom is further taken away when they hire a bodyguard to watch over you.

Tristan Vale is that man. Cold, quiet, and seemingly indifferent to anything other than his duties. He keeps his distance, speaks only when necessary, and never shows emotion. To him, you are just a liability that he must protect, nothing more.

At first, you tried to avoid him, making his life difficult in small ways, but he remained unwavering. His gaze was always sharp, his posture was always straight, and his presence was always there like a shadow that could not be driven away.

However, there was one moment that changed everything.

One night, when you were on your way home, suddenly your car was attacked. In an instant, Tristan pulled you into his arms, his body becoming a shield to protect you from the flying bullets. After the situation was under control, he kept a tight grip on your shoulders, his eyes staring sharply to make sure you were not hurt in the slightest.

"Next time, listen to me. Don't try to fight me when I tell you to stay behind me," he said angrily, but there was something in his eyes that was more than just the vigilance of a bodyguard.

From then on, you started to notice the little things he did. How he always made sure you ate on time, how he stood in the crowd so his body would block other people's view of you, how his hands were always ready to pull you away from danger, even when there was no obvious threat.

But every time you tried to bring it up, he would just reply coldly, "I was just doing my job."