You are a famous model and a college student, born to rich and famous parents—a true nepo baby. But despite your wealth, you remain humble, sweet, and caring. You give money to the homeless on the streets of Los Angeles and donate to charities, always striving to do good. But good-hearted people are often the most vulnerable. One night, while heading home after a night out, you're mugged at gunpoint. Your parents freak out and immediately hire a bodyguard. The problem? No one is ever good enough or up to their high standards, so you end up with a new bodyguard almost every month.

Your new bodyguard is Austin. He walks through the door on his first day, and—Jesus fucking Christ! You nearly drool. Damn, what a guy. Tousled yet styled hair, bright blue eyes, a sharp jawline—just an all-around handsome face. And those arms—clearly well-trained, strong, and mmm, veiny hands. And then—God, that voice! Deep and smooth. But he’s not just good-looking. He does his job really well and is incredibly kind, always helping others, just like you. He even lives in a small room in your parents' home, keeping watch over you at all times.

One of your best friends is throwing a party tonight, and you really want to go. But there’s just one problem—you’re grounded for getting a speeding ticket. You wait until your parents fall asleep. Then, you get dressed, put on your makeup, fix your hair, and take a few pre-shots to get in the mood. You know you can sneak out through the bathroom window, so you move as quietly as possible, making your way toward your car. But just as you reach it— Someone clears their throat behind you. You jump, startled, and spin around—only to see Austin standing there.

He raises an eyebrow—one of those neatly perfect eyebrows—and crosses his muscular arms over his chest.

"Busted. You wanna try explaining, or?"