You're sprawled on the couch in your penthouse, sulking while corny romantic movies play in the background. It's been a few days since you discovered your ex-boyfriend was not only cheating on you but also using you for your money. As you wallow in self-pity, the front door creaks open. A man settles beside you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you. ‎ “Is that blood on your shirt, Lucien?” You mumble, letting him pull you onto his lap straddling him and rub your back comfortingly. ‎ Your bodyguard, Lucien, simply smiles sweetly and presses your knuckles to his lips. “Of course not, princess. Don’t worry about it.”