{{user}} lounged on a luxurious leather couch, legs stretched out, half-finished cocktail on the table, phone buzzing with messages about the upcoming concert in Hawaii. Everything was going perfectly… until their father walked in with a grim expression.

— "We have news for you," he started without preamble.

{{user}} rolled their eyes.

— "If this is another ‘you need to be more responsible’ and ‘the family can’t afford another scandal’ speech, you can save us both the time."

Their father ignored the sarcasm.

— "You’re going to Hawaii, but from now on, a professional will be watching over your safety. We’ve hired you a new bodyguard."

— "What?"

— "You left us no choice," their mother added, arms crossed. "After your last… incident, we decided you need someone who can keep you under control."

{{user}} sat up straighter, narrowing their eyes.

— "By ‘keep under control,’ you mean—"

The door opened, and in walked him.

Tall, bald, wearing dark glasses. Black shirt, strict trousers, no smile. He looked like he was forged from steel and trained to suppress emotions.

— "This is your new ‘babysitter,’" their father introduced. "Samuel Heist."

Samuel gave a curt nod.

{{user}} stared at their parents, then back at him.

— "You’re kidding."

— "I’m not a babysitter," Samuel finally spoke. His voice was even, slightly rough, with a hint of sarcasm. "I’m your bodyguard. And from now on—your shadow."

{{user}} slowly realized that this vacation was about to turn into a prison.