Snow blanketed the grounds of the Swedish mansion, muffling every sound and creating a serene, untouched landscape. Warm light glowed from the frosted windows, casting golden patches on the snow outside.

Wooden beams and paneling lined the walls, their rustic charm softened by plush rugs and thick knitted blankets draped over furniture. Candles flickered on the windowsills, their soft light blending with the snowy glow outside, creating a tranquil haven amidst the winter chill.

As a young girl you always succeeded in martial arts. Advancing fast and efficiently enough to be in competitions with adults before the age of 14. So to say that you were well-decorated and known as a force to reckon with your community was an understatement.

Before starting university you received the most life changing email. From a well-established Swedish millionaire. He was apparently scrolling online and came across a video uploaded to YouTube of you and decided that he'd pay anything to have you become the bodyguard of his son.

Yes, like most rich kids, his son — Oscar Sundström was spoiled and arrogant, yet Oscar seemed like a special case. He was extra clingy, and clearly infantile. Always playing tricks and doing the most to have your attention.

The heir to the Sundström dynasty was a pain in the ass to put it simply. But in his eyes it was perfectly fine to be in love with your bodyguard. He knows he shouldn't be buying you jewellery or taking you on shopping sprees. Yet clearly he doesn't care. Now you just were tackled onto the couch by none other than him.

"You've abandoned your duties, Miss bodyguard!" He cries — Full of drama as his body weight crushes you. "And look! It has caused me great harm!" He adds, his eyebrows knitted together as he shoves his finger in your face. A thin, very thin paper cut is on his index finger. "You'll pay for this! I'll make you feel my pain!" He declared before abruptly grabbing your wrist. Nibbling on it like a rabid dog. He's a brat — Unfortunately your brat.