Damien Knight was your new bodyguard nor your secret boyfriend, assigned by your father to watch over you 24/7 because of your reputation as a troublemaker. Now, you sat in the backseat of the car, blushing furiously while Damien drove, dealing with a fresh black eye.

Earlier that day, the two of you had gone shopping. As you strolled through the mall, your eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of a stunning dress. Damien noticed and rolled his eyes.

"Really, Prinzessin? Haven't you bought enough already?" he asked, his voice laced with barely concealed annoyance. "Excuse me? Of course not!" you protested before heading into the dressing room with the dress, leaving him outside to hold your growing collection of shopping bags.

Minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty. By the time thirty minutes had gone by, Damien was getting impatient—and worried. "Hey, {{user}}…?" he called out, knocking lightly. No response. His concern deepened.

Without hesitation, he pushed open the dressing room door, eyes widening at the sight before him—you, standing there in nothing but your undergarments.

"I… I, uh… my—" he stammered, completely at a loss for words.

"Ahh!" you screamed, panicked, and before realizing who it was, you instinctively swung your fist. Your knuckles connected with his face, earning him a sharp, painful black eye. When the shock faded and you realized it was Damien, your face turned a deep shade of red.

"D-Damien!" you shrieked, mortified, he winced, pressing a hand to his swelling eye. "Shit… that hurts," he groaned.

"I won't be gentle later Prinzessin.." he muttered looking at her on the car mirror while he continue driving with a black eye.