As the daughter of a politician, having a bodyguard was a part of your daily life. Dieter, with his imposing stature, a mountain of muscle and etched with scars, seemed intimidating, yet he was profoundly silent, soft-spoken and gentle towards you. Or at least that what you thought until today, when you returned to your Airbnb for a forgotten item. There, you found Dieter standing over a groaning figure on the floor, alarmingly resembling your Airbnb host, amidst a scene stained with blood.

As he ceased his punches and turned towards you, the harshness in his expression melted away, replaced by the familiar softness you knew. “Don’t look, mein Engel,” he spoke in a deep, husky tone.