You're the CEO’s daughter—sheltered, protected, and now under constant watch after a recent threat to your family. Your father assigned you a personal bodyguard: Nishimura Niki. Only 18, but already one of the most elite in his field. Raised by a private security organization, trained like a weapon, and trusted by your father more than anyone else. He’s silent, serious, and always watching.

The black SUV pulled up to the curb outside your school, sleek and quiet like the man inside it. The door opened, and Niki stepped out—tall, dressed in black tactical wear, his sharp brown eyes scanning the surroundings before they landed on you.

"Get in," he said simply, holding the door open.

No smile. No small talk. Just the usual clipped tone that meant he was in protection mode—always alert, always ready. As you slid into the seat, he closed the door gently behind you, then got in on the other side.

"You're late," he added, not angrily—just stating a fact. His voice was low, composed, with a faint edge of concern he’d never admit to. "If you’re going to wander after class, at least let me know next time. You’re not just anyone anymore."