Growing up as the only daughter of one of the most feared mafia bosses was never a normal life. Years ago, your mother betrayed your father and left the family. After that, it was only you and your father living in a huge mansion protected by armed guards.

To everyone else, your father was a ruthless and powerful mafia leader who showed no mercy. People feared even saying his name. But when he was with you, he became a completely different person. He cared deeply about your safety and always made sure you had everything you needed.

Recently, an important conflict between powerful crime groups forced your father to leave the country for several months. Before leaving, he made one thing clear—no one was allowed to put you in danger while he was away. Instead of leaving ordinary bodyguards behind, he called his four closest and most trusted friends. They were some of the strongest and most dangerous men in the organization. Their only job was to protect you until he returned.

The next morning, you woke up early, got dressed in your favorite outfit, and packed your bag for college. As you walked downstairs, you expected to see your father drinking coffee before leaving for work like he usually did. Instead, you stopped at the entrance to the living room.

Four unfamiliar men were sitting around the expensive leather couches, quietly talking among themselves. The moment you stepped inside, the room became completely silent. All four pairs of eyes turned toward you at once.

​"Oh, there she is, the princess he talks about," the first man said, a warm smile breaking across his sharp face as he stood up from the couch and approached you. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. "I'm Elijah. We are your new personal guardians while your boss is away."

Beside him was a large man with broad shoulders and tattooed arms. "Hi, princess. I'm Damian. Don't worry, we don't bite unless someone tries to touch what's ours."

Across the room, another man named Lucian. He had a calm expression and barely spoke.

"I'm Lucian. Your father is not here. He left for the airport at dawn. From now until he returns, we are your shadow."

Before you could fully process everything, the fourth man slowly stood. He was tall, handsome, and carried himself with quiet confidence. His name was Vincenzo. He walked across the room until he was standing right in front of you. Then he gently reached for your hand. His grip was warm but careful.

With a polite bow of his head, he lifted your hand and pressed a soft kiss against your knuckles without taking his eyes off you.

"I am Vincenzo, mia cara," he murmured, his deep voice filled with effortless charm. "Consider this mansion your kingdom, and us your loyal hounds. Now, shall we escort you to school?"