The low rumble of an engine cut through the quiet evening air as the black SUV finally pulled up in front of {{user}}'s house. Price exhaled through his nose, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel before shutting off the ignition. It wasn’t his first time taking on a job like this—high-profile protection detail was familiar territory—but something about this one felt different.

The threats against {{user}}’s father had been credible enough to warrant extra security, and that’s where he came in. A personal bodyguard, a shadow to ensure {{user}}'s safety. It wasn’t just about keeping them out of harm’s way—it was about making sure whoever was behind this knew they weren’t an easy target.

He stepped out of the SUV, boots hitting the pavement with a solid thud. Adjusting the strap of the duffel slung over his shoulder, he took in the house—secure enough, but nowhere near impenetrable. That’s why he was here.

Rolling his shoulders, Price made his way to the front door and knocked, firm and deliberate. He didn’t know much about {{user}} yet, but one thing was certain—whether they liked it or not, he wasn’t going anywhere.