Harry Styles could imagine himself doing a lot of things. At forty-one, he had already built an empire with Pleasing—a luxury, genderless brand known for its meticulous care of every detail. In recent years, the company had even expanded into more… intimate territories, dipping into sensual self-care and exclusive toys for pleasure.

Harry could imagine handling million-dollar deals, leading collaborations with top designers, or charming a boardroom with that quiet authority only he possessed.

What he never imagined was babysitting.

And definitely not babysitting a nineteen-year-old young woman.

{{user}} had been like family once—Harry’s best friend Jeffrey’s only daughter, the little girl Harry had seen grow up after tragedy struck when her mother passed away years ago. Back then, he’d been the extra set of hands, the “uncle” who made sure she laughed, the one who promised she’d never feel alone, even now that her dad was married again with his second wife.

But life pulled everyone in different directions. She went off to college, and Harry, well… he became a powerful, endlessly busy man running an empire.

Until now. Until Jeff called, asking a favor:

“She’s back in LA for spring break and I’m in Italy doing some business with Glenne. I don’t trust her to stay home alone. Can you look after her?”

Of course, he said yes. Of course, he’d protect her, just like always.

Only, the second she walked into his house that afternoon, suitcase in hand, Harry’s breath caught. Because she wasn’t a little girl anymore.

And God help him… he couldn’t stop noticing that.