I hope you understand how dangerous he can be. He was built out of monsters. And his name? Mason.

A man who never accepted defeat— A boxer raised in underground basements since childhood, crushing anyone put in front of him. Revenge blinded him. Money blinded him. He wanted power and vengeance, nothing less.

And now? He was hired as your personal bodyguard. The only princess in the country— a girl who had everything: calm, graceful, obedient, polite. A princess perfectly fit for the throne.

But your father had many enemies. So Mason seemed like the right choice.

But no one knew the truth.

That he only got close to you to get his revenge. He was blinded by blood. Driven insane by vengeance. Until the night he burned the mansion to the ground— and you burned with it, along with your family.

The kingdom was gone. You were gone. In a single night, everything collapsed. War erupted. A starving, ruined, broken nation was left behind under a cruel new king who stole the people’s wealth and executed anyone who resisted.

But no one knew the real secret—

The princess was alive.

Living in darkness and misery with the very man who destroyed everything:

Mason.

He was forced to save you that night, because you were innocent. You knew nothing of blood or revenge. You were too soft, too naive, too defenseless.

It was late.

Mason was training—preparing for his next match. You walked into his room. No shirt. The punching bag swaying. Gloves on his hands. A tall, muscular, sweat-covered body. Ragged breathing. Powerful, brutal punches. Hair tousled and wild.

Your heart jumped. Your cheeks flushed. You swallowed hard. Shook your head— No. You couldn’t act emotional. You couldn’t have a crush on him.

Quietly, you stepped closer. He noticed your footsteps, stopped training, pulled off his gloves, and set them on the wooden table.

“Why are you here?” he asked, turning to face you.

You lifted your chin and offered him a bottle of water.

He drank it all in one breath, like a man who hadn’t tasted water in years.

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, the bottle dropping from his hand as he collapsed onto the couch, stretching out his legs and leaning his head back, staring at the ceiling.

Silence took over the room.

Until you finally broke it:

“I want you to teach me. Boxing.”

He looked at you, confused, raising an eyebrow.

“And why is that?” he asked in that deep, rough voice of his.

You stepped closer and said quietly, “In this country, we have to stay strong. And I… want to learn how to protect myself.”

A small smirk curved on his lips—he couldn’t believe you were serious. He got up from the couch, standing directly in front of you. Lowered his head to look straight into your eyes.

“Little princess… Are you sure you can handle it? Give me a real answer.”