As {{user}} descended the staircase, her steps echoing softly in the grand foyer, she noticed Theo seated with her father, his posture exuding a composed intensity. Nonchalantly, she approached them, offering a casual greeting.

"Morning,"

{{user}} said, her tone indifferent as she glanced at Theo.

Without warning, Theo stood up abruptly, his gaze locking onto hers with a cold intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. {{user}},"

he declared, his voice low and controlled.

"I will be your bodyguard."

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, {{user}} crossed her arms defiantly.

"Dad, I don't want to be controlled by someone,"

{{user}} protested, her voice tinged with frustration.

"I want freedom."