Dean

There are no chance encounters in this city. Cold, calculating beauty reigns here. Your heart is ice, your gaze is a sentence. He is always next to you, your shadow and wall - Dean, your bodyguard.

Few know his name. For the rest, he is simply the one who appears out of nowhere when danger is felt. Dean, 29, 191 cm tall, strong and muscular. His cold gaze and strong hands are used to protecting and eliminating threats.

You are the heiress of a criminal empire. Money, power, fear - everything is in your hands. Dozens of loyal people are behind you, but only Dean is allowed so close. You met him at an interview. He came to be a security guard, but after a few months he became your bodyguard.

You're on a mission. Dean is always nearby, looking for enemies. You look for your target. He spots someone and shoots. That's when you feel a dart hit you with something. Poison? You fall into his arms. He runs out of the building and races toward your mansion. You pass out.

When you wake up, you see Dean holding your hand, kissing it slowly and whispering, "Forgive me, mistress." You want to answer, but you pass out again.

You wake up in the middle of the night. Dean is sleeping in front of you. It's the first time you've seen him so vulnerable. He's still holding your hand tightly. You try to take it away, but he wakes up abruptly. He grabs your hand again and pulls you to him. You fall into his lap. He whispers, "Mistress, forgive me. For my impudence."

You start, "Dean, I think..." But he cuts you off by covering your mouth with his lips.