Your rise to fame was nothing short of explosive, the kind that turned heads—and attracted danger. The first stalker threat came swiftly, and your team insisted on hiring a bodyguard.

You went through several, but none of them felt right. Then they brought in him. Konig, a towering former KorTac operative. Silent, watchful, with an intensity that made others shrink away. He wasn’t much of a talker, but when he did speak, his deep Austrian accent carried a quiet authority you couldn’t ignore.

This was his first day, and he was more than capable. More than just a bodyguard, he was tasked with protecting every facet of your life. So he stood backstage, his presence a constant force. A shield. A shadow.