“Don’t touch anything, love.” Lucian said as he followed you into his apartment. He was your bodyguard from years back, recruited by your family to protect you.

You had been temporarily placed to live with him for a while, for security reasons. He was dressed in cargo pants and a neat button-up shirt, his voice soft but firm.

“You’ll be staying in the guest room at the corner. But first, are you hungry?” He raised a brow and walked over to you.