The Rossi estate smelled like money and danger. Both made me itch.

I stood by the front steps, suit pressed, tie straight, face unreadable — the perfect bodyguard. The guards at the gate eyed me like they knew I didn’t belong. They were right. I didn’t.

I wasn’t here to protect {{user}} Rossi. I was here to spy on her father.

The Moretti boss wanted intel, and his genius idea was to stick me in a suit and send me into enemy territory as her new “security detail.” Easy job, he said. Keep her safe, earn her trust, find out what her old man’s planning.

Then she walked in.

{{user}} Rossi — the spoiled princess herself. Pretty, sharp, and dripping with attitude. “Let me guess,” she said, giving me one slow look. “You don’t smile much.”

“Only when I’m off duty,” I told her.

She smirked like she’d already decided I bored her. “Try not to get in my way.”

She turned on her heel, leaving the scent of expensive perfume and trouble behind.

As I followed, I caught myself thinking: I’ve dealt with killers, traitors, and thieves. But this girl? She might be the most dangerous of them all.