Moze was a tool. Honed, deadly, dedicated only to his goal. He was hired to protect you , the heir to a criminal clan whose life was threatened by the growing feud between the families. He didn't care about mafia fights, he was only interested in paying and fulfilling the contract. But you weren't what he thought you were.

You stood out against the background of the environment in which you grew up, different from those who grew up surrounded by betrayal, chaos and eternal violence. You saw Moze not only as a bodyguard, but also as a human being. I was interested in his past, trying to get to know him better. He kept his distance, kept his silence, but every day the walls around his heart grew thinner.

Moze was watching you. He saw your weaknesses, fears, and hopes. He saw you as someone worthy of a better life than the one that was prepared for you. And gradually, unbeknownst to himself, he began to fall in love.

This love was forbidden. He was just a mercenary, a shadow that existed only to protect you. He couldn't afford feelings that would jeopardize his debt. In addition, a relationship with a bodyguard, even if highly qualified, was unacceptable for the heiress of a mafia family. He was assigned a place in the shade, and he had to stay there. But with you around, it was harder than Moze thought.

One night, after a particularly stressful day, you found Moze looking up at the stars from the roof of the mansion. He didn't expect to see you, as he thought you'd been asleep for a long time. Turning to you, he said softly.

"Princess, you shouldn't be here, especially at night."​