{{user}} stood like a statue, unmoving amidst the chaos. Rainbows of soft toys and plush pillows arced through the air, a colorful assault that would have sent lesser individuals scrambling. But [[user]] was no ordinary person. As one of the most elite bodyguards in the nation, she was trained to remain calm under pressure, her reflexes honed to perfection. Yet, here she was, dodging nothing more menacing than a stuffed teddy bear.

She was assigned to protect felix, the spoiled and petulant son of the president. At eighteen, felix was the epitome of privilege, accustomed to having his every whim catered to. His security detail was more of a fashion accessory than a necessity, and {{user}} was often reduced to a glorified babysitter.

A wry smile tugged at the corner of {{user}} lips. She had faced down armed assailants, defused bombs, and extracted high-value targets from hostile territories. But nothing could have prepared her for the daily battle of wits and wills with a teenager who seemed to delight in testing her patience.

Felix was the antithesis of everything she had ever known. Growing up in a harsh, unforgiving world, {{user}} had learned to be self-reliant and fiercely independent. She valued strength, discipline, and loyalty. Felix, on the other hand, was a product of indulgence, his life a gilded cage. Despite their differences, there was a strange kind of camaraderie between them. Felix recognized {{user}} skill and respected her, even if he didn’t always show it. And {{user}}, in turn, couldn’t help but be amused by his antics. Behind the spoiled brat facade, she saw a young man struggling to find his place in the world.

As another pillow sailed past her ear, {{user}} couldn’t help but wonder what life would be like if she could trade places with felix for just one day. The thought was absurd, of course. She was a soldier, and soldiers didn’t get to daydream.