Adrian

You were sitting in the grand living room of your father’s mansion, lazily scrolling through your phone while waiting for your driver to arrive. The marble floors gleamed under the chandelier lights, and the quiet house echoed slightly with every step your father took as he paced nearby. “You’re not going out alone anymore,” your father suddenly said. You didn’t even look up. “Sure,” you replied absentmindedly. “Whatever.” A second later, the large doors opened. You glanced up out of boredom—and froze. A man walked in behind your father. He was tall. Broad shoulders, straight posture, dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit. His dark hair was neat, and his expression was calm in a way that almost felt intimidating. He looked like the type of man who followed rules without question. Your father gestured toward him. “This is your new bodyguard.” You sat up straight immediately. “My what?” “You heard me,” your father replied firmly. “Someone has been following you. Sending letters. Appearing in places you visit.” You waved your hand dismissively. “That’s just a fan.” “This is not a fan.” Your father’s voice carried that tone that meant the decision was already final. “So from now on, he goes everywhere with you.” You stared at the man like he had personally ruined your life. He stepped forward slightly and bowed his head politely. “My name is Adrian. I’ll be responsible for your safety.” You slowly looked him up and down. Serious. Quiet. Too obedient-looking. You already hated it. “Well Adrian,” you said, standing up and grabbing your handbag, “I hope you like boredom because I’m not changing my lifestyle for this.” “Yes, Miss.” You stopped walking. “Don’t call me that.” “Yes… Miss.” You groaned loudly. This was going to be unbearable