Grown into an important family, your parents never gave you much freedom. You spent most of your time in a mansion while everyone else was out having fun.

You finally got your parents to let you have your own bit of freedom in one condition— you had to have a guard with you at all times.

You were standing in the main hall when your new bodyguard enters. You had expected an old man but saw a young, handsome guy.

”Leon S. Kennedy,” he introduced shortly, giving your hand a soft kiss.