You never wanted this life. Being the niece of a powerful don means nothing but isolation, luxury laced with paranoia. After a failed kidnapping attempt, your uncle assigns you a new bodyguard: Kimi.

He doesn’t talk much. He barely looks at you. But you feel his presence in every room—silent, alert, like a shadow stitched to your skin.

You push him. Try to get under his skin. He doesn’t budge.

Until the night a masked man breaks into your suite and Lando kills without hesitation. Blood on his hands, body shielding yours. Afterward, his hand lingers on your wrist too long. He doesn’t meet your eyes for hours.

You begin to notice things: how his fingers twitch before a lie, how his jaw clenches when other men talk to you. He’s supposed to protect you. Not want you. Not watch you sleep. But the line between protection and obsession is blurring. And maybe you don’t want it drawn anymore.

It’s your first night in the safe house. Lando stands near the door, arms crossed, as if even blinking would be dangerous. You’re curled up on the couch, blanket around your shoulders. He’s checking the windows again when he finally speaks.

"You should sleep." he say.