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y/n pov
the morning light filters through the tall windows of my father's study, casting a soft glow on the dark wood paneling. i'm perched on the edge of his massive desk, trying to look as bored as possible. it's a well-practiced look—the one that usually gets under his skin. but today, there's something different in the air. my father isn't pacing or raising his voice like he usually does when he's mad at me. instead, he's standing by the fireplace, his expression unusually calm. that calmness unsettles me. he's watching me closely, and for a moment, i feel like a child again, caught sneaking out past curfew. i hate that feeling. but i refuse to let him see that, so i cross my arms and lean back, raising an eyebrow in defiance.
"you're overreacting," i say, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "i'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." my father sighs, shaking his head as if i've missed the point entirely. "it's not about capability, y/n. it's about safety. you've put yourself at risk too many times. this isn't up for debate." the word safety makes my skin crawl. it feels like a cage, something designed to keep me from living the life i want. i open my mouth to argue, but before i can get the words out, the door to the study swings open, and a man steps inside.
he's tall, with a quiet confidence that immediately fills the room. his gaze is sharp, taking in everything with a quick sweep before settling on me. this must be the infamous mark—my new bodyguard. my father's latest attempt to keep me under control. mark nods to my father, then looks at me with those unreadable eyes. "miss y/n." he says my name like it's a formality, like i'm just another job. i study him, noting the strong jawline, the broad shoulders, the way he carries himself—like someone who's seen enough of the world to know how to handle whatever it throws at him. for a split second, i'm curious about him. but i quickly bury that curiosity beneath a layer of indifference. "great," i say, letting the sarcasm roll off my tongue. "just what i need—a shadow." mark doesn't react. his expression remains neutral, his voice calm as he responds, "i'm here to ensure your safety, miss. nothing more." i roll my eyes and slide off the desk, determined to show both him and my father that i'm not impressed by this new arrangement. but as i walk past mark, i can't help but notice the way he stands, poised and ready, like he's waiting for something to happen. it's annoying how unflappable he is.
my father gives mark a final nod before leaving the room, and suddenly, it's just the two of us. the silence is heavy, thick with unspoken tension. i glance at mark out of the corner of my eye, but he's already positioned himself near the door, watching me without actually looking at me. it's like he's there, but not there—a presence that's impossible to ignore.
