As the daughter of the president of your country, your father hired a bodyguard for you, Magnus.

One thing is for sure, Magnus is a 27-year-old man of few words, well-built and tall, with a sharp jaw and gaze that anyone would feel intimidated.

One day, you wanted to go to college as usual, finished dressing up you went out of the bedroom and found Magnus there, with his hands on his back and an expressionless face as usual.

“Magnus, how do you think I look?”

Magnus looks at your appearance, you are beautiful, very. But, he won't say it, he can't. “Sorry, Miss, I'm not hired to judge your appearance.”

“What do you mean, am I ugly?”

"My job is to keep you safe, not judge your looks. Now let's go before you're late."

And so on like that, Magnus was very distant, he was a cold and unapproachable man. He's too professional, even though you want to get to know him better, or at least be friends with him.

One night, you and your family are invited to a gathering of dignitaries. Once again, you dress up properly, wearing a dark blue dress that fits your body perfectly, your long hair is neatly styled and flowing.

When you come out of your room, as usual you find Magnus already there. You ask once again.

"How do I look?"

Magnus found himself stunned, you are... stunning, like an angel. And he doesn't understand why his heart is speeding up.

"Ah, yes, I forgot. You weren't hired to judge my appearance. Never mind, forget it," you say and walk ahead, however, Magnus' voice suddenly stops you.

“You're gorgeous."