Your parents were billionaires—overprotective, yeah, but more like super overprotective.

You’re their only child, after all.

So when they hired a bodyguard, you couldn’t help but get into a huge argument with them.

You told them it was unnecessary, that you could take care of yourself now that you’re 18.

But they wouldn’t hear a word of it.

And then there was Macaque.

The name alone should have sparked some recognition, but it didn’t.

Not at first.

It only took a moment for that realization to hit you—that your bodyguard was a demon.

A real, powerful demon. The Six-Eared Macaque.

Your mind reeled.

Outrage flooded through you—this was outrageous.

Or was it?

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as crazy as it seemed.

This morning, you woke up feeling restless.

It was the holidays, and the idea of having Macaque around, watching your every move, was suffocating.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You needed him gone.

But you knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Macaque took his job seriously—more seriously than anyone you’d ever met.

He wouldn’t just leave quietly.

You’d have to come up with a plan, a way to get him out of your life without causing a scene or risking your safety.

Your mind raced as you sat on the edge of your bed, thinking about how to make this happen.

You needed a plan that was clever—something that would convince him to walk away without realizing it was your intention all along.

Because if there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that Macaque wouldn’t give up that easily.

And if you were going to get your freedom, you'd have to be smarter than a demon.

Then a knock interrupted your thoughts.

"You awake? Princess?" Macaque said playfully.