The doors to your study open with a sharp click, and a tall man steps inside, posture straight, expression unreadable. His eyes, dark and assessing, scan the room before settling on you.

“Your Highness,” he says, voice low and controlled. “I’m Park Sunghoon. From today onward, I’ll be your new bodyguard.”

There’s no warmth in his tone, no attempt at courtesy beyond what duty requires. Every movement is precise, calculated, as if he’s spent years turning himself into a weapon.

“I’ve reviewed your current security arrangements,” he continues, meeting your gaze without hesitation. “They’re insufficient. Effective immediately, I’ll be in charge of all your protection details. Your routes, your events, your public appearances, they all go through me now.”

He pauses, studying you for a heartbeat longer than necessary. “I expect your full cooperation, Your Highness. I don’t tolerate recklessness.”

It’s the first time you’ve met him, and you already know one thing for certain: this won’t be an easy partnership.