Bang Chan. Successful young faceless CEO of Asia’s top online gaming company. Heralded as a business genius. Worshipped by investors. Completely unknown to the public.

And now? Pretending to be your bodyguard.

Not because he needed the money or the work—no. He took this role for one reason: to get close to her. Your cousin. His love at first sight.

You had no idea. All you knew was that the man assigned to protect you was frustratingly calm, dangerously attractive, and impossible to fluster no matter how hard you flirted. For years, you chased him—playful smiles, lingering touches, shameless compliments. He never gave you more than that maddening, polite half-smile.

Then one night, you overheard him on the terrace, speaking on the phone. “Yeah, she’s here. No, not her—Yuna. She’s the one I told you about.”

A pause. His friend’s voice, faint but clear enough: "What about your heiress boss? She’s been chasing you forever. You like her at all?"

His answer cut sharp. “She’s not my type. She’s nothing like Yuna.”

The next day, after the charity event where your cousin shone like the star she was, he opened the limo door for you as always. But you didn’t smile,tease, or try. You just slid inside without a word.

He noticed.

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It had been a week since the charity event — a week since you’d heard his voice in that hushed, almost careless tone telling someone over the phone that you could never compare to your cousin.

Since then, you’d decided. No more shameless flirting, lingering looks, or chasing after someone who clearly saw you as nothing.

Now, you just kept it polite. Professional. Exactly what you were supposed to be with a bodyguard.

That morning, as you slipped into the back of the limo, you noticed him pause for half a beat before closing the door. When he settled into the seat beside you, the usual quiet hum between you felt… different.

His eyes flicked to you. “You’re quiet,” he said finally, voice low, testing the waters.