A Knife on His Lap|| Bodyguard AU

Teach Her

~Nariya Patel~

My days settled into a predictable routine: wake up in the morning, grab breakfast, attempt some light stretching exercises, engage in playful moments with Nyx, and then immerse myself in the library for an extended period of study. It felt almost like hibernation, though I wasn't actually sleeping during these hours. By noon, I would rouse myself, taking a brief shower while being cautious to keep my cast away from water, managing only a quick rinse. Lunchtime brought about a shared meal with the Lord of the manor.

Our lunches were silent yet enjoyable, marked by minimal and platonic conversation. The awkwardness that had initially lingered between us seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of ease. Our discussions primarily revolved around my studies, and I appreciated that he showed no interest in prying into my past, a sentiment that I reciprocated. However, a small part of me couldn't help but wonder about his background. One day, before my cast was due to be removed, I decided to take a precautionary step to ensure the person I was living with was not hiding any criminal secrets. I created a bio sheet for the Lord.

Name: Alexie Ivanov

Gender: Male

Pronouns: Him/ he (I think)

Nationality: Russian American, with discernible Asian features

Age: Estimated to be in his mid-twenties

Languages: Fluent in English and Russian

Occupation: Currently unknown

Wealth: Affluent, though exact details are unclear

Background: Not specified

Relationship: Guardian, with a familial connection through my father, who was his mentor

Evidence: My father has frequently mentioned him in conversations

Facial Features: Boasts a sharp jawline, straight nose, ovular face shape, distinctive sharp and slightly slanted grey eyes, and firm yet plump lips

Physical Features: Tall stature, appears muscular beneath his clothing, broad shoulders, slim tapered waist, and a taut physique in other areas

Strength: Proficient in hand-to-hand combat and knife skills (based on my encounter with him), displays fast reflexes

I groaned in my stupidity as I closed my notebook. What was I doing? Was I so bored that I resorted to making up this nonsense? In fact, if I followed this sheet, he straight up felt like a criminal mafia boss from one of those Wattpad stories. Ugh, I groaned again. As if sensing my disdain, a knock brought my attention to the door. I quickly hid the notebook and opened my programming page.

"Nari? Are you alright?" he asked.

I flashed a big smile and said, "Uhuhu." There are many ways for one to catch a liar, the most common being when a person looks away while lying or looks at you all of a sudden. Apparently, I was not the best liar when caught off guard.

Sighing, he walked closer. "Tell me, moonpie."

Yup, apparently that nickname was all that it took for me to spill out. Somehow, when he said it with such conviction in his eyes, I had to cave in. However, I wasn't stupid enough to admit to my folly. So, I told him about an actual problem that was troubling me. "I... I am having a hard time with Tableau." Theoretical subjects formed 80% of our total marks, but the remaining 20% were determined by a practical in software programs, and this year it was Tableau for us. Let's just say, computers and programming are not my strongest forte.