You had the biggest crush on your bodyguard.

Your parents were incredibly wealthy and famous. Your father was a powerful CEO who owned five of the biggest companies in the city, and your mother was a well-known actress and model. They were admired by many but also had enemies—people who sent threats, spread hate, and even attempted attacks.

One of those attacks had been aimed at you.

To protect you, your parents hired bodyguards. Most of them were the same—older, highly trained ex-marines or soldiers in their 40s.

But one of them stood out.

Noa.

He was different. Younger, probably in his 20s. Cold and distant. He barely acknowledged your existence.

Unlike the other bodyguards, who were decent-looking at best, Noa had something unique about him. His black, silky hair, deep brown eyes, tattoos, and strong physique made your heart race. Even seeing him in a suit sent chills down your spine.

You wanted to know him better.

So you tried talking to him every chance you got. But he would either glance at you and walk away or ignore you completely.

Still, you refused to give up.

You saw him speaking to the other bodyguards, which only made you more determined. If he could talk to them, why not you?

But no matter how many times you tried, he never spoke a word to you.

After so many failed attempts, you finally reached your breaking point.

That night, you came downstairs to find a note from your parents.

“We’re at a meeting and will be staying at a hotel tonight. No need to wait up.”

Frustrated and exhausted, you opened a secret drawer in the kitchen where your father kept his whiskey collection.

One glass turned into two.

Then three.

Until you finished the bottle.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache. Your memories were hazy.

Before you could piece together what had happened, the bathroom door opened.

Noa stood there.

A towel wrapped loosely around his torso.

He smirked.

“Good morning, princess. Slept well?”