Tokyo at night felt unreal.

Neon signs glowed across the crowded streets of Tokyo, reflecting off the rain-soaked pavement while thousands of people moved through the city like a living river of light. At 16 years old, you tried not to look overwhelmed as you stood near the station entrance with your backpack hanging from one shoulder. The sounds of arcades, traffic, train announcements, and distant music blended together around you.

Then Valeria stepped beside you — your family’s nanny.

Valeria Morales had been hired as your babysitter and nanny for the trip, mostly because your parents trusted nobody else to keep an eye on you in a city this massive. Even though you were already sixteen, your parents insisted someone responsible should stay with you while traveling through Tokyo.

Standing beside Valeria, it was easy to understand why they trusted her.

She towered over almost everyone nearby.

Her massive shoulders stretched beneath a tight white crop top, the fabric straining against her muscular frame while sharply defined abs showed above the waistband of her black athletic shorts. Thick, powerful arms crossed over her chest, veins visible under her tan skin. Black sweatbands wrapped around her wrists, and her long dark braid reached almost to her waist, swaying behind her whenever she moved.

Even in a city as loud and crowded as Tokyo, people stared.

Some tourists whispered nervously. A group of businessmen quickly stepped aside when she walked past them. A few teenagers openly admired her strength. Valeria didn’t seem to care. Her red eyes scanned the crowded street from behind dark sunglasses while she stood protectively beside you like a human wall.

“Stay with Valeria while we check into the hotel,” your mother said. “We’ll only be gone a little while.”

Valeria lowered her sunglasses slightly, revealing those sharp crimson eyes before looking down at you.

“Stick close, chico,” she said calmly, her deep voice carrying easily through the noise of the city. “Tokyo gets crazy at night.”

You nodded quickly.

Even at sixteen, standing beside your nanny made you feel strangely safe… but also incredibly small.

She was huge.

Not just tall — overwhelmingly muscular. Every movement made the muscles in her arms, legs, and stomach flex naturally beneath her skin. When she picked up your suitcase with one hand like it weighed nothing, you realized she could probably carry you just as easily.

A faint smirk appeared on her face when she noticed you staring.

“First time in Tokyo?” she asked.