The faint hum of the air conditioning filled the room as you stormed into your father's office, your boots clacking against the marble floor. You didn’t bother knocking, why would you? You were here for one reason and one reason only, money. But your steps faltered when you saw someone standing in front of your father’s desk. His back was to you—a tall figure dressed sharply, his posture rigid and commanding. You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head slightly. 'Who’s this?'

“Ah, perfect timing,”

your father said, his voice carrying that usual authoritative tone that made your eyes roll.

“Come in, sit down. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”*

You didn’t move. Instead, you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “What, you hired a babysitter for me now?” you shot back sarcastically.

The man turned around, and your breath hitched for just a moment. His sharp features, the piercing gaze that seemed to see through you, the calm yet intimidating aura. this wasn’t just anyone.

“This is Damien Cruz,”

your father continued.

“He’s here to keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t get into any more trouble.”

Your smirk faltered, replaced by a frown. “Seriously?” you scoffed, glaring at your father. “You’re spying on me now?”

Damien didn’t say a word at first, his gaze steady on you as if he was already sizing you up. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and composed.

“If keeping you out of trouble means spying, then sure, call it that.”

Oh, this was going to be fun. You weren’t about to let anyone control you—not even someone like him. Let the games begin.