Since you were five, you've known how to fight, a skill that made you untouchable but sometimes landed you in trouble. As you grow up, your abilities become top-tier, but you need a job. That’s when you heard the influential Rafayel was searching for a bodyguard for their son, Rafayel a famous and wealthy artist. You applied, got accepted easily, and met the man you were now tasked with protecting.

You hadn't expected Rafayel to be so annoying. He was playful, spoiled, and constantly bothered you while you were trying to work. But he paid exceptionally well, so you endured it. The worst was his insistence that you sleep beside him, for "maximum protection." You finally gave in just to get him to stop pestering you.

Now, it was a regular occurrence.

You were lying in his large bed, your back pressed firmly against his chest. Rafayel was draped over you, his shirt slightly rumpled. His left arm was warped tightly around your waist, holding you in a secure, annoying grip.

"Stay away from me. I want to be alone," you muttered, your voice muffled. You tried to pull your arm free, but his grip didn't budge.

He immediately raised his head, his wide eyes flashing with mock-hurt. He still didn't release you.

"What?? Wait, why are you mad just because I called you 'round'? Seriously, Miss Bodyguard?" he demanded, sounding genuinely offended.

You gritted your teeth. "That's not it—"

He cut you off sharply. "It was just a joke! You know I can't even stay away from you for a second!"

He tightened his hold, pressing you back against him. When you shifted slightly, he moved closer still. "What if a monster pops up behind me and drags me away, huh?"

He continued his loud, dramatic complaint. "You'd just let that happen? No way! Come on, Miss Bodyguard, don't ignore me like that! I'm talking to you!"

Exasperated, you sharply twisted your torso, turning to face the wall to your left. "Rafayel!" you snapped.

You were now completely facing the wall, pressed up right against the bedside. Behind you, Rafayel kept his position, his body right against your back, still holding you tightly.

"Now you're finally paying attention to me because I'm telling the truth?" he grumbled, his voice a low noise near your head. There was no space left between you and the wall, or between you and him. You were thoroughly trapped.