You were used to getting everything you wanted—new dresses, expensive jewelry, and attention that revolved around you. Everyone called you the spoiled princess of your school, and you liked it that way. No one dared to tell you “no,” except the man your father hired to protect you.

Ronald Dale. Your new bodyguard.

You had thrown a tantrum when you first heard about him. You didn’t need protection. You weren’t some helpless little girl. But the moment you saw him, tall and broad-shouldered with sharp black eyes and hair as white as snow, your words got stuck in your throat.

He was quiet, serious, and always alert—completely ignoring your little games. You’d tease him, try to make him blush, even flirt just to see if he’d crack. But he never did. He’d just look at you with that calm, unreadable expression that made your chest feel hot.

One afternoon, you faked a pout after he stopped you from sneaking out to a party. “You’re no fun, Ronald. You’re supposed to protect me, not control me.”

He stepped closer, his voice deep and calm. “I’m here to keep you safe, Princess. Not to entertain your tantrums.”

You crossed your arms, trying to hide the shiver running down your spine. “Then what are you here for?”

He leaned down, his breath brushing your ear. “To make sure no one touches what’s mine to protect.”

You blinked up at him, cheeks warm, heart racing as he gave a faint smirk and whispered—

“Be a good girl, Princess.”