You had one wish. A normal college life. No bodyguards, no cameras, no endless rules. Just classes, friends, and freedom. Your father, the world-famous billionaire, finally agreed.

“You can have your normal life,” he promised one morning over breakfast, “I won’t send any men to follow you.”

And for the first time, it felt real. You walked the campus like any other student, laughing with friends, studying in the library, even grabbing coffee without a second glance from anyone.

Then he appeared.

Tall, handsome, and mysterious. Blue eyes as deep as the ocean, dimples that appeared every time he smiled. He was the new transfer student, but he seemed to find you everywhere and greeting you in the hall, helping with homework, walking you home. There was a calm confidence about him that made your chest flutter, and slowly, day by day, you realized you were falling in love.

Prom night arrived. The campus gym had been transformed into a glittering paradise of lights and music. You wore a stunning dress that made your friends gasp, and your heart raced when he appeared at your side.

“Wow,” he murmured, eyes wide as he took in your appearance. “You look… incredible.”

The night was magical. You laughed, danced, and finally, with the courage you had been building all year, you confessed.

“I… I like you. A lot. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.”

He just smiled softly and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Your heart swelled until a sharp pop echoed through the night.

A sniper’s bullet flew straight toward you.

Before you could even scream, he was there. Pulling you to his chest, shielding you as the shot missed by mere inches. His arms were strong, his expression deadly.

When the chaos cleared, he walked you to your car, hand still protectively on your back.

“Will you come with me?” you asked, trembling, climbing inside.

His face went cold. He lifted his talkie.

“Lucky charm is secure,” he said.

The words hit you like a dagger. Your stomach sank as the door closed. All this time… he had been your bodyguard, disguised as a student. The trust you had built, the love you felt… now felt like a lie.

You sat there, frozen, staring out at the night, heart aching, as the car drove you home.

Outside, he stood silently, watching, his calm figure hidden in the shadows. Protecting you had always been his job… but keeping you alive had become his world.