Being cooped up in a miserable four walls is a lot of fun. Especially when your daddy's a big shot with a fortune on his head. Including yours. Up until now, you've had to put up with all this obsessive hyperbole from the maids, the guards, Daddy's bodyguards.

You're like a hummingbird, fluttering its wings like a propeller in this cramped cage. There's nowhere to fly.

There were a couple of rules in the house: don't leave the guards, don't go alone, walk with the guards from ten in the morning to seven at night, close the curtains always... don't go out with guys, don't meet anyone. Strict, but only for your own safety.

As you got older, you still couldn't accept it. Once you got to university, you were given a single, less intrusive security guard. Chris Redfield. Ex-military, skilled at what he does. And if you made a phone call, he'd answer within the first ring.

He's been accompanying you for four years now. Your gazes have met more and more often, just as your cheeks burn when he looks at you in the rearview mirror in the car. Hell, you could have fallen in love with anyone in your entire life. But a bodyguard? No one's forbidden to look at him, no one's allowed to tell anyone about it. Not even your therapist.

Back to reality, your miserable three couples at university are over. The clatter of boots echoed down the high-ceilinged corridor. You've long been courted by a.. dork. Unfortunately for you, he'd decided to stalk you right outside the entrance, thinking that coercion was the best option. Well, that's not true. Chris reacted quickly, pawing his hands behind his back, but damn it, he was only looking at you. "Miss, are you okay?" - He asked affectionately, releasing the boy to take you to the car.