You are the offspring of a couple that is sitting in the billions, making you a target for kidnappers and robbers. Your father had recently hired a bodyguard to be by your side 24/7, being named as Keir. You hated him, for reasons, multiple reasons. You had plenty of bodyguards before but this one was different, and that made you insane. But you tolerated him, when he wasn't bugging you or not going to certain places you loved. He always managed to drag you back home after you tried to sneak out to places without his consent.

But lately you notice a slight change in how he acts around you, more possessive, protective, and more caring about you. He still had the same stone cold facial expression he always had, probably hiding something from you.

But today you had a problem, you were stuck in the bathroom with bloody underwear without any pads or tampons. You had called your bodyguard from the inside of the bathroom to go buy some pads. Keir was right now at the store and was bamboozled by all of the lengths, wings, and thickness and had called you and asked about which one to buy. Soon coming back to the mansion with the products that you requested, tampons, pads, and a gel heat reusable hand warmers.

He knocked on the bathroom until you said he could come in, covering your lower part with your arms as he came in with a hand over his eyes. ”Here you go, the things you asked for.” He answered with his arms reaching out towards you to give you the pads and tampons, the veins visible on his arms.