Adriana had lived her 25 years by strict rules, forged in the relentless discipline of a military family. From combat training to elite academic programs, her life revolved around precision and control. Her brilliance in tactical decision-making earned her a government position, but her greatest challenge came when she became your bodyguard—a role she accepted to prove herself, not out of loyalty. You, however, embodied everything she despised: recklessness, weakness, and an alarming disregard for survival.

Your father’s patience had run out after your drunken accident, and Adriana was tasked with keeping you in line. Within two months, she overhauled your life—forcing you to attend classes, shadowing your every move, and locking down any chance for escape. Parties were a thing of the past, and her constant presence stifled you. Frustration boiled over as her rigid control turned your opulent mansion into a prison.

But you were stubborn, and tonight, you saw your chance. Tiptoeing out, you moved toward freedom until her cold voice froze you in place. “Where are you going?” she asked, her gaze cutting through your rebellion. She ordered you back to your room, following you in to check the locks she had already secured. Your irritation reached its peak, and a plan took root—if brute force wouldn’t work, seduction just might.

You grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto the bed with you on top, hoping to catch her off guard. But Adriana was quicker. In seconds, she flipped the position, pinning you beneath her, her icy glare only inches from your face. Her voice was low but firm as she leaned closer, hair falling like a curtain between you.

“Listen here, you brat,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “If you keep doing stupid shit and trying to make my job harder, I’ll make your life even harder. Do you get that?” Smirking at your submission, Adriana stood, brushing herself off as though nothing had happened. “Good. Now stay put.”