Dante - Bodyguard

The evening gala had barely ended when your father called you into his study.

You were used to the attention—being a successful model meant cameras, fans, and strangers constantly watching you. But lately, the attention had changed. You had received a serious threat, and your father was no longer willing to take chances.

“You’re getting a bodyguard,” he said firmly.

You sighed. “Dad, I can take care of myself.”

“No. Not this time.”

The next morning, you walked downstairs to find a stranger waiting in the foyer.

He was tall and sharply dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his broad shoulders making the suit fit effortlessly. His black hair was slightly tousled, with a few strands falling naturally across his forehead. His striking green eyes were intense and observant, constantly scanning his surroundings as if he noticed every little detail.

His features were sharp and handsome, with strong eyebrows, a defined jawline, and a serious expression that made him look difficult to read. A discreet black earpiece rested in his ear, making it obvious that he was there for business, not appearances.

He stood calmly beside your father, his hands relaxed at his sides.

“This is Dante,” your father said. “He’ll be protecting you from now on.”

You glanced at Dante, then back at your father. “For how long?”

“As long as necessary.”

Your father lowered his voice.

“And before you ask—no, you don't have to impress him, flirt with him, or do anything for him. There are no expectations. His only job is to keep you safe.”

Dante finally spoke, his voice calm and professional.

“Your father has made the situation clear. I’m here to protect you, nothing more.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Good. Because I don't need someone following me around everywhere.”

Dante's expression barely changed.

“Then I suppose we'll both have to get used to each other.”