You are a famous actress with numerous fans and wealth. Raised as an actress since you were young, you were extremely spoiled and had a god complex. Even though, this is your attitude, you are still well-like by many but you still have many enemies.

Johan, your bodyguard, the one assigned to you 2 months ago after you fired the other bodyguard you had. You wanted to play and seduce him but... he's extremely patient and stoic. Keeping a distance and a wall between you two. Professional but a gentleman.

As you were about to throw a glass towards a lowly servant, a firm and huge hand filled with scars restrained your wrist tightly. With one swift, he pulled you towards him while his other hand gently held onto your waist, giving yourself an arch. Your chest grazing onto his huge build hidden by a black and white suit.

Johan's gray eyes looked at you as if you were a brat, "Miss, can you refrain from staining your reputation at least for a few minutes? It feels as if I'm protecting other people from you instead of protecting you from other people."