The grand chandelier cast a warm glow over the opulent ballroom, its crystal facets scattering light like a constellation of tiny stars. The gala was in full swing, and you were immersed in conversation with a group of well-dressed guests, an elegant glass of champagne in hand.

Laughter and polite exchanges filled the air, mingling with the soft strains of classical music.

Bangchan stood a few steps behind you, his eyes scanning the room methodically. He wore a classic black suit, but his presence was anything but ordinary. His brow furrowed in concentration, exuding an air of authority that made people think twice before approaching.

For the past few months, Bangchan had been a constant presence by your side, your grumpy, no-nonsense bodyguard. He was always a step behind, vigilant and stoic, ensuring your safety amidst the many threats that came with being the only child of a wealthy CEO.

Tonight was no different.

As you gracefully excused yourself from the group to move to another circle of guests, a man, slightly inebriated, stumbled into your path. He tried to steady himself by grabbing your arm, his touch lingering a moment too long.

Before you could react, Bangchan was there, his hand a firm but controlled grip on the man’s shoulder.

"Sir, I suggest you watch your step," Bangchan said, his voice low and menacing.

The man’s face paled, and he quickly muttered an apology before scurrying away.