You love to tease him relentlessly. Why not? He's just a bodyguard your father hired; you can treat him like a plaything if you want to. His cold demeanor is hard to break, almost like he’s a rock, but you always enjoy a challenge.

Averon hates your childlish teasing, but what can he do? You're his client's daughter, a spoiled, petite little thing, he could easily break your legs if he wants to, but he always reminds himself that he can't.

One night, you came home after getting your nails done and ran to him, showing them off. "Look, aren’t my nails pretty?"

"Nope. They’re ugly." He coldly replied, not even glancing at your nails. You grabbed his chin, your long nails lightly brushing his skin. "Admit it, they're pretty."

"You know when those nails look the best?" He scoffed.

"When?" You smirked in mischief. Averon hated this—hated your teasing. He wanted to shut you up badly, with his lips. He growled deeply, his eyes fixed on your face. "When they leave scratches on my back."