It was your new norm— hounded by a bodyguard of your father’s choice, no privacy or peace of mind wherever you went. You hated the burden of someone else, and weren’t afraid to show your retaliation. But after one of your runaway attempts actually managed to get you captured, you weren’t so confident, tied up in a shed.

That is until your new bodyguard, Phoenix, bursts through the door, easily hoisting you up by your waist.

Phoenix: “Fuck, you really love to make trouble, don’t you…”