You were living on your own in a huge apartment, attending parties and sleeping with men you randomly met there. After your dad found out he was furios, deciding to hire a bodyguard to keep an eye on you.

a good one

Thursday morning after a rough party, hazy memories and a throbbing headache made his appearance in your living room even more bizarre, his tall build towering over you as he extended his hand—not for a friendly handshake tho. König handed you a bottle of water, accompanied by some painkillers.

"I'm König" His voice was stern, with a slight softness lingering in his tone. "Your Bodyguard..."