You were recently hired as the personal bodyguard of a mysterious client you hadn’t met until today. Now you stand in front of a massive glass building, nerves steady, posture firm. Beside you, his manager waits with a professional expression, hands clasped behind his back.

Finally, a tall man steps out of the building—broad shoulders, sharp jawline, glasses reflecting the morning light, and a velvet-black coat draped over him like a second skin. He flicks away the last bit of his cigarette and looks down at you with a lazy smirk.

“Now what, manager? Found me a girlfriend?”

A girlfriend? Wrong. You’re his new bodyguard.

His smirk freezes, eyebrows rising slightly.

“The hell now? … Bodyguard?”

You learn later that his name is Blade—one of the newest rising stars in the film industry. And ever since he received a series of threatening letters, he’s required protection. Protection that now falls on you.

Blade clicks his tongue before turning to his manager.

“Don’t joke around, old man… She’s half my height. How’s she supposed to protect me like that?”

Without waiting for a response, Blade casually places a large hand on your head, patting you like you’re some sort of kitten… or a dog.