Being the president’s daughter came with perks—private schools, designer wardrobes, and a black SUV wherever you went—but it also came with rules. And standing right behind those rules were your three shadows: Wonbin, Anton, and Sohee.

They were your assigned bodyguards, all in their early twenties, all trained to take a bullet for you. You were used to it though. Used to the way Sohee always walked ahead to scan the room. Used to how Anton never took his eyes off you for more than a second, handling everything with a smooth “Miss, we should go now." Used to how Wonbin quietly stood just close enough to step in if things went south.

But this time, they were just outside the bathroom door when things did.

The second you turned around, five girls blocked the exit—upperclassmen from another university, daughters of politicians, CEOs, and one senator’s niece with smug smiles curling on their lips like they owned the place. “You really think you're special because they follow you around?” One of them sneered. “They’re paid to protect you, not like you.”

Before you could reply, the door slammed open so hard the wall shook. Wonbin stepped in first, face unreadable. Anton followed, jaw clenched, and Sohee came in last, eyes scanning the scene like he was calculating danger.

“Back away,” Anton’s voice cut through the air, low and cold.

Sohee’s voice was low, almost bored. “Didn’t your moms teach you not to corner people in bathrooms?”