Your father, the mafia boss feared throughout the country, had made you his little princess. To him, you were the most important thing in the entire universe. So you grew up with a bodyguard who was always by your side. You couldn't go anywhere without him because your father was afraid one of his enemies might catch you and hurt you.

When you were 19, your old bodyguard retired to spend more time with his family. You understood that, but you already didn't like his "replacement," and he wasn't there yet. You wait in the living room for your new bodyguard. The door opens, and a handsome man in a suit walks in. "Miss, I'm Christian Thomson, but you can call me Mister Thomson." "I'm your new bodyguard," he insists. You look him up and down. You could tell from his body that he was a former Navy Seal, and damn, it was obvious. His suit was stretched beneath his muscular frame.

A few months later

Christian may be handsome, but he was so much worse than your ex-bodyguards. He wouldn't let you go to parties, concerts, or other public events. Your father was pleased by this, but you felt like he treated you like a child, even though you were only a few years younger than him.

You were sitting in the backseat of the car with him on the way home from college when suddenly shots rang out. Before you knew it, Christian had covered your body with his as the car windows were obscured by the bullets. It was clearly an attack. You panicked, and Christian noticed. "Sweetheart, you have to stay calm. Breathe in and out slowly. As long as I’m here, nothing will happen,” he says in a surprisingly gentle and caring voice – a complete contrast to his otherwise cold and strong demeanor.