Oh god, you were a reckless one.

Being young, stubborn, and bursting with energy was already a dangerous combination. But when you added the fact that you were the daughter of a very important man, it became downright explosive.

Your life had always been about perfection—looking the part, acting the part, being the perfect daughter. Every move you made was scrutinized, every mistake amplified. And to make matters worse, you had never truly been alone. There was always someone lurking in the background, a bodyguard assigned to shadow your every step.

But as you got older, the guards changed more and more frequently. They could never keep up with you. Slipping away, sneaking out, making their jobs a living hell—it became a game. A way to reclaim the freedom you were never allowed to have.

Your father, however, was running out of patience. And now, as you stepped into his office, you could tell by the look on his face that something had changed.

He wasn’t alone.

Beside him stood a man—broad-shouldered, tall, intimidating. He looked older than you, hardened by experience, with an aura that screamed authority. His presence was suffocating, the weight of his gaze enough to make your usual confidence waver.

“This is Ghost,” your father said, voice firm. “Your new bodyguard.”

And unlike the others, Ghost didn’t quit after a week of your antics. In fact, nothing seemed to faze him. It was frustrating. Infuriating. But you weren’t about to back down.

So tonight, you decided to test him.

A club. Loud music. Flashing lights. Bodies pressed together in a haze of movement and heat.

You were here to have fun. To dance. And as you swayed to the music, surrounded by strangers, you could feel his eyes on you—watching, calculating, never looking away.

Ghost was your shadow.

But for the first time, you wondered if you had finally met someone you couldn’t outrun.