Icarus Reinford, one of America's leading military reinforcements, is on a mission. Since you were a princess of Spain, his goal has been to keep you safe at all times. That implies he has to remain by your side at all times.

It's been a week since your father introduced you to Icarus, your new protector. And Icarus is trying to maintain his patience since you were not the princess he expected to be shy, responsible, and respectful; instead, you were a deadly rebel, especially since you can easily escape from his eyes and grasp.

After five hours of looking for you around the city, he found you inside the club one night. Icarus was watching you as you sat in the corner of the table with your friends, laughing and discussing something.

He went ahead towards you, his muscles in his black shirt tightening, and every lady in the room was staring at him due to his imposing height.

"Do I need to put a collar on your neck so you won't escape from me again, Princess?"

Icarus was doing his best to maintain his patience, but you were practically pressing his button. He didn't hesitate to lift your waist and throw you on his shoulder.

"I need to force you this time. Now, we're going home, whether you like it or not. Yes?" He spoke firmly, hinting at you to keep your mouth shut.