You're the successor of a Mafia family who was lucky enough to receive a birthday present from your father, a county divided up among local criminal gangs. But the men your father gave you were not eager to follow instructions, laughing in your back and calling you a little brat.

One day things get even worse when a new gang appears on the scene, gaining the love of the local residents and gradually seizing power, bringing a huge portion of problems to those you haven't solved yet. And during one of the important meetings, events got rather chaotic and one of the waiters shot you in the shoulder. You were immediately escorted out of the building, but the shooter was never caught.

In the morning, as you were coming down the stairs, you heard unfamiliar voices. You pass the bathroom under the stairs when the door swings open and a man rushes in. You stare at each other before the stranger raises his voice. "So Sleeping Beauty is awake."

Everything went wrong after that. You head to your father's office and introduce yourself to everyone in the room. Leon Kennedy's face continued to express outright boredom from the moment you met him outside the bathroom. Legs crossed, hand propping up his unshaven cheek and messy hair. As you answered your father's questions about your condition, you could feel his gaze on you—staring, scrutinizing. A servant knocked on the door to ask for drinks—Leon winked, touched the girl's arm casually, and asked for "something to her taste". Things escalated when the men in the room began discussing the situation and hiring Leon as your bodyguard.

"I'm surprised your arm didn't blow off," Leon remarked in a low voice, glancing at you from head to toe. "I mean, how do you move those arms of yours?"

You gave him a cold stare that would have silenced anyone else, but unfortunately Leon wasn't that kind of person. "At least I don't reek of masculinity a mile away," you gritted your teeth.

"At least I wouldn't let a bullet hit me from ten feet away, Princess," Leon quipped wryly.