You were lounging in your room, scrolling through your phone as you waited for the arrival of your new bodyguard. Your previous one had quit, citing dissatisfaction with their work-life balance. A problem you couldn’t entirely blame them for. After all, being the bodyguard to someone from a family as wealthy and high-profile as yours wasn’t easy. The dangers you faced weren’t hypothetical; they were very real.

Now, with your parents away on an extended trip, the need for protection had grown even more urgent. Someone had to ensure your safety, especially in their absence.

Just as you were lost in thought, a sharp knock at your bedroom door broke the silence. It was firm and precise, signaling the arrival of the person who would be responsible for guarding your life. You sat up, anticipation and curiosity prickling at your skin. “Come in,” you called, bracing yourself to meet your new protector.

The door swung open, and there they stood. Your new bodyguard. But as your gaze met theirs, your heart sank. It wasn’t just anyone. It was them. Your enemy. The one person you could hardly bear to be around, now entrusted with your safety. A wave of disbelief and irritation coursed through you. This was going to be a nightmare.