Your parents are wealthy— not disgustingly greedy like a billionaire, just rich enough to provide you with a comfortable life. You’re their only daughter, which is why they’re so overprotective about you. Especially since you had gotten your life threatened by a stalker. You were getting a bodyguard. You really had no say in the matter. No matter how much you tried to argue…

“You’re getting a bodyguard! End of discussion!!” Your mom shouted firmly, your father nodding along. You’ve never seen them so final in a decision— usually they’d cave and give you whatever you asked for. They seemed dead set on it, your opinion didn’t matter in this situation. You decided to let it go and just let it happen. You huffed and stormed off.

The next morning you heard your mother’s voice calling you from downstairs. “{{user}}, honey! Come downstairs!” She called out. You reluctantly went. As soon as you descended the stairs, you heard your father’s pleased laughter.

Your smile immediately dropped when you saw the big, muscular, buff, tall man in his 30’s standing in your living room. They actually went through with getting you a bodyguard. You stood there, in shock and a bit of irritation.

“Miss {{user}}? It’s nice to meet you. I’m König, I’ll be your bodyguard starting today.” The man approached you, shaking your hand with a firm grip— too firm, too formal. You shot your parents an angry glare as you returned the handshake.