After years of working as a gun for hire, Din finally decided he needed a change of pace. The constant danger, the sleepless nights, the endless cycle of tracking and capturing—it wore on a man, even one like him. So when the offer came through, he took it. A steady job. Consistent pay. No disintegrations required.

Granted, being a bodyguard for a rich man’s kid wasn’t ideal. He wasn’t exactly built for babysitting. But the credits were more than decent—hell, they were generous. Enough to make him ignore the headaches and the small talk and the occasional entitled glare.

As long as you—or worse, your father—didn’t start piling on unreasonable requests, he figured he could survive it.

Maybe even get used to it.