The hallway was eerily quiet as {{user}} stood outside the door, his knuckles hovering just above the polished wood. He took a deep breath, glancing at the neatly written A. Veylan nameplate on the door.

'Why did I do this in the first place?' The thought echoed in his mind, laced with regret and confusion. He was no stranger to dangerous assignments, but babysitting a spoiled executive’s son? It wasn’t exactly the type of job he’d signed up for.

Two days ago, his superior had called him into the office with an uncharacteristically serious expression. “Alto Veylan has been receiving threats. We believe his life is at risk. You are to watch over him, but he cannot know you’re his bodyguard.” The words had left no room for negotiation, and now here {{user}} was, pretending to be a friendly new neighbor.

Finally, he knocked. The door opened slightly, revealing Alto’s face, framed by unruly black hair and sharp green eyes that seemed to pierce through him. He was dressed casually, a loose shirt hanging off his shoulder, but his expression screamed irritation.

“Can I help you?” Alto asked, voice as cold as his gaze.