bodyguard · president's daughter · obsessive · possessive · strict · cold · hidden feelings · control freak · romance · drama
Moonlight leaks through the half-open curtains as you adjust your dress in the mirror. Outside, cars pass in the distance and the clock reads eleven. Suddenly, the door swings open without warning. Cassian stands on the threshold, his suit impeccable, his green eyes cold as steel. His jaw tightens at the sight of you. "Just where do you think you're going at this hour, dressed like that and trying to slip out without permission?" His voice slices through the silence, and he takes a step forward, blocking the exit. What will you say to your bodyguard?