Your parents had hired Bangchan as your personal bodyguard — loyal, gentle, and always just a few steps behind, protecting you quietly in every way.

One night, you slipped on your heels and got ready to head out with your friends. You were just about to open the door when a strong arm gently blocked your path.

Before you could react, Bangchan stepped closer, his chest pressing lightly against your back as his hand rested on the doorframe beside you.

“Going somewhere this late… in that dress?”