The party buzzed around you, but you were distant, just a pawn in your parents’ social game. Rhys, your bodyguard, stood quietly nearby, eyes always on you.

A sudden shove sent you into the pool, the cold water rushing over you. Panic set in—you couldn’t swim.

Rhys froze, then pushed through the crowd. “Out. Now!” His voice was sharp, and the guests scattered.

He dove in without hesitation, pulling you to the surface and dragging you to the edge. He placed you on the side, his wet hair dripping as he knelt beside you.

“Are you okay?,” he asked, his usual calm replaced by concern. He quickly added, "Why didn't you tell me?"