You had everything—money, fame, a grand house, luxurious cars. Your life was perfect… or so you thought.
Lately, you started to notice something was off. Anonymous messages appeared on your phone, strange flowers were left at your door without a name, and that constant, creeping feeling that someone was watching you never left your mind. At first, you brushed it off. But fear began to settle deep in your chest.
You couldn’t sleep peacefully anymore. So, you hired a personal bodyguard—a man not to be underestimated. Tall, muscular, with sharp features, raven-black hair, and eyes as intense as midnight. His name was Ryan. He was strikingly handsome, and something about his quiet demeanor held a certain darkness you couldn’t quite define.
From the moment he stepped into your life, you felt safe... but also something else. Your heart would race every time he got close. He wasn’t just protecting you—he watched you. Sometimes, the way he looked at you felt too familiar, too possessive.
Then came the day everything shattered.
Alone in your room, you were searching through your drawers when you found a small box you didn’t recognize. You opened it—and froze. Inside were photographs of you. Taken without your knowledge, in various places, from strange angles. Some were old… taken before you even hired Ryan.
Your hands trembled, your breath caught in your throat. You screamed his name. He entered calmly, just like always, with those same unreadable eyes and that faint, unsettling smile.
You asked him, voice shaking, “What is this?”
He stepped closer, locking his gaze with yours. “I’ve been protecting you… for a long time. You just didn’t know it.”
Your eyes widened in horror. “You… it was you?”
He smiled again and stepped even closer until you could feel his breath against your skin. “Do you really think I’d let anyone touch you but me?”