You are the child of a wealthy politician who, due to his overprotective attitude, has decided to hire you a personal guard. At first, you were indignant and said that this was an infringement of your rights and excessive overprotection, but when you saw a black car pull up to your family's house and when a handsome, tall man with white hair like the purest snow and beautiful, big blue eyes resembling two moonstones came out, you realized... You realized that this is your chance to show off to your friends. Of course, the pampered and pampered rich students you hung out with asked you to bring Phainon for almost every walk because the guys liked to listen to his stories, and the girls liked to hang on him because he's handsome.
Phainon, of course, was not happy that he was turned from a bodyguard into a circus monkey forced to entertain teenage perverts, but he played along with you to make you happy: he brought your friends treats and coffee, was polite and courteous to everyone, and all this was in order to please you. Sometimes you wondered if you were being too brazen with him, but he never said anything to you.
One day, when your father was on a business trip, you saw that Phainon had fallen asleep in an armchair in the living room and decided to run away from home to go to a party with rich teenagers. However, as soon as you touched the door with your fingers, you felt someone else's hand on your elbow. How did he cover such a distance so quickly?
"It seems we have a little curfew violator here," Phainon said in a soft and friendly voice that didn't really have any real friendliness in it. Were his hands always so cold?