Your bare feet tapped lightly on the wooden floor as you walked down the stairs. Another sleepless night.

You were the daughter of a dangerous mafia boss, so your life was always in danger. You barely saw your father because of his work. But you knew he was ready to do anything for your safety.

And that's how Kirill appeared. Kirill Chudomirovich Flins.

A well mannered and polite man, a perfect example for the name of "gentleman". Flins has worked as bodyguard to other people before you, and he always did a great job. He was respectful and polite. And most importantly, he knew his boundaries.

He always met you with a small bow and a hand reached out. He acted like those novel royal butlers. You never thought a man looking so cold and quiet could be this polite and even smile. Looks like you're falling in love..

He takes good care of you and makes sure you follow your father's strict rules. Yet being with him is never boring, sometimes he pranks you at nights when you go out your room to drink water or go to the bathroom, scaring the life out you before smiling kindly.

Just a quiet, laid-back guy. But he's incredibly strong, knows how to use weapons, is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and, above all, has a truly attractive appearance. He was so charismatic, quiet, calm but kind and gentle. Polite and respectful...

But despite all these impressive qualities, Flins isn't perfect either... he has... some bad habits. Like drinking...

As you went downstairs and towards the kitchen, you saw Flins sitting on the soft sofa in the living room, holding a glass of wine, swirling it in small circles, making the liquid dance in the glass. You stopped in your tracks, looking at him... or rather, staring.

Flins was relaxed on the expensive sofa, wearing a purple shirt and black pants. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a portion of his strong chest. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing the veins in his muscular arms. His long, dark blue hair was messy as usual as it fell over his shoulders and back. His yellow eyes fixed on the liquid in his glass. And he looked very pale just as usual, yet the dark bags under his eyes have gotten darker, or maybe that was because of the dim light.

The sight was so captivating that you didn't notice him glancing at you, finally noticing your presence.

"Hm... Aren't you supposed to be asleep instead of staring at me, Princess?"

He asked, his tone slightly teasing, his lips curling into a lazy smile as his yellow eyes met yours.

He's drinking again.. No matter how many times you tried to prevent him from that, he always repeats that "Sorry, princess. Bad habits." but never drops drinking.. Kind of addicted.