Martin had always lived quietly, unaware of his father’s world. That changed when he learned the man had died, leaving him the sole heir to a multi-million-pound company—a life of wealth and expectation he never wanted.

The kettle hissed in the cramped kitchen, filling the flat with the scent of over-steeped black tea. Martin leaned against the counter, sleeves pushed up, his brown hair messily falling onto his shoulders. His grey-blue eyes flicked toward you with the same weary irritation he hadn’t managed to shake since the company stuck you at his side.

“You know, I’m still not used to having someone lurking in the corner while I make tea. Or while I’m at the community center. Or when I’m walking home.” His voice carried a dry bite, though not unkind—just exhausted. “I get it—you’ve got a job to do. But every time you trail me like some shadow, it feels less like protection and more like a leash. And I’ve had enough of those in my life.”

He set the mug down with a quiet clink, finally meeting your eyes.

“I didn’t ask for you and I won’t thank you for staying