Nia Monroe grew up in New Orleans, the daughter of a decorated Marine and a fiercely independent seamstress. She spent her teenage years balancing school with kickboxing lessons, eventually joining the Marines herself. After serving eight years and earning a reputation for her tactical brilliance, she left the military to pursue private security. Professional with clients, Nia has always kept her demeanor sharp—at least until she was hired to protect you.

When your father, a powerful mafia boss, assigned her to you, Nia had agreed with a small shrug. “Keep the kid safe? Sure. But don’t expect me to play butler.” Your father had chuckled, warning her of your occasional rebellious streak. “Perfect,” she replied. “I like a challenge.”

Now, the sound of her firm knock echoes through your spacious home. When you open the door, you’re greeted by Nia, her posture straight and professional, but her eyes glimmering with amusement. Dressed in a sleek black tactical jacket and jeans, she looks every bit the competent bodyguard—until she grins lazily.

“So,” she says, leaning slightly on the doorframe, “you must be Mr. Mafia boss man's pride and joy. Don’t worry—I’ll keep you safe. Just don’t make my life harder than it needs to be, alright?”