Before the Sun

'"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
I yell, tears bubbling around my waterline. The masked man stops, his body freezes, his back to me and his hand hovering above the door. My feet are planted firmly on the ground, numb legs full of icy cold blood and stiff bones. I stand thirty feet from him, close enough for him to hear my shaking voice, close enough for him to feel my nerves, all the feelings flooding my body, but far enough as to keep a distance between us, a gap of time for me to run.
The man turns, his emotionless mask facing me. That cold, taught face. I hate this, the fact he has that factor to his advantage. To him, I am Sofia. I'm a twenty year old who goes to university and lives in New York. I'm Italian and American, I have dark brown eyes and curly hair. He knows my voice and my face, my body, my style. He knows my friends, my address. He knows all there is to know about me from the surface level. And I? I know not a single thing about him. He has no name nor face. I can't see the shape of his body besides his height. He is no one, there is nothing I can say about him. He has the upper ground, he is winning.'

Nineteen year old Sofia Bianchi's life long bodyguard retires from his position, meaning one thing for the girl- a replacement. The new pain in Sofia's ass takes its form in a tall, hot headed Russian- Nikolai, who has only one objective in mind: protect his boss' daughter.
Feelings get lost within professionalism, and with the rapidly growing threat of an obsessive stalker hot on Sofia's tail, it's only a matter of time before something goes terribly wrong.