“So… I’ll see you around,” Davian charmingly smile. “Call me when you get home.” He kissed your cheeks, and wink before walking away.

It was just a date, nothing official yet but you were supposed to enjoy it if only someone wasn’t tailing you like a loyal damn dog.

Kian. Your bodyguard.

Ever since your father hired him, he’s been glued to your side like your own shadow. It’s maddening. Watching. Silent. Stoic.

And what’s worse? Every girl you pass shoots daggers at you, clearly jealous, assuming the devastatingly handsome man behind you is your boyfriend.

Ugh. As if.

One night, you try to sleep off your frustration but the dream comes back. The fear takes over, and you scream in your sleep.

In seconds, your bedroom door bursts open.

Kian bursts into the room, panic etched across his face, “S-shit… are you okay?” His voice is breathless, trembling slightly.

Your eyes drift downward, he’s shirtless, hair still damp, chest rising with each shaky breath. He must’ve come straight from his room, no time to think, only to run to you.

His voice cuts through the silence, rough and low. “Stop.”

You blink. “H-huh?”

He takes a step back, jaw tight. “Stop looking at me like that… like you want me.” His voice drops, tense. “Not after making me watch you date someone else.”