Heels and boots clacked against the marble floors of the ballroom. The aura was cheerful, the music uplifting. It seemed everyone was having a good time, including you — the center of attention.

Your parents, a wealthy couple, decided it’d be best to throw a lavished party for your birthday. This was more than welcomed by many.

Except Charles, your bodyguard. He sulked in the corner, his eyes sharp as he watched you dance. Parties were not his thing.