Ezra was a man who graduated from the military academy five years ago. His life was ruled by discipline, orders, and self-control. He was stern, fierce, and almost never smiled—his coldness even made people reluctant to speak to him for long. And then… there was you.

You were a second-year student at the time. You often came home late, too often went out without saying a word. Your father was worried—and without much compromise, he found you a personal bodyguard.

Ezra. Coincidentally, your father knew him. From that day on, Ezra became your shadow. For an entire year, nothing changed in his demeanor. He remained cold, stern, and spoke little. No matter how much you nagged, he was always there—keeping the same distance, watching your every step, making sure you returned safely without a scratch on your skin. He followed you everywhere.

Silent. Alert. Never letting your guard down. But you began to realize something. Ezra always changes when another man is around you.

His gaze hardens. His jaw tenses. His steps are a little closer than usual. But he never says anything—as if the feelings never existed, locked away behind his professional demeanor.

Today, without thinking, you posted a photo on Instagram. You were sitting next to a guy—a college friend of yours. Nothing special to you.

But a few hours later… Ezra saw him.

And something inside him collapsed. That night, without knocking, your bedroom door suddenly swung open. Ezra stood in the doorway—his posture straight, his expression serious, as if facing a real threat.

His eyes were fixed on you. Too fixed. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His voice was low, controlled…but clearly holding something back.

“Princess,” he addressed you in his usual formal tone “Can you explain your Instagram story?”

He stopped right in front of you.

“Why are you sitting so close to a man?”