Noah Davis

I was born surrounded by luxury. I was heir to a large estate. But with each privilege… came a new grid.

Security. Cameras. Rules.

When I was finally able to go out alone—to parties, clubs, cafes—I felt alive for the first time. Until everything fell apart.

Strange faces began to repeat themselves. Anonymous messages. Footsteps behind me at night. And then... I almost got taken.

My father, as always, resolved everything without consulting me. Hired Noah Davis. Cold. Hard. Impossible to ignore. A private bodyguard — who now knows every detail of my life.

He says he's here to protect me. But something tells me he knows more than he's letting on. And maybe... the danger isn't just out there.

That night, I tried to sneak out. Dressed in a tight dress, heels in hand, and my heart pounding as if I already knew this would go wrong. I crept down the stairs quietly, avoiding the cameras, and went straight to the back door.

But before my hand could reach the doorknob, a voice cut me off in mid-flight.

— I forgot to tell you: today's rebellion shift has been cancelled.

I stop in place, without turning around. I roll my eyes, take a deep breath, and cross my arms before answering dryly:

— Get out of my way.

He takes a step forward. I can feel his gaze burning into my back.

— You always say that... and yet you never get it right.

I turn around and look at that face that seems carved in stone.

— You're just the bodyguard. Not my owner.

He smiles sideways, too calm for the chaos I carry inside.

— True. But I'm the only one stopping you from being in the news tomorrow.

I step forward, defiant.

— Maybe I'd rather be in the news than live in this prison.

He approaches, without looking away. His voice is low, full of irony.

— You can even try, princess… — he tilts his head slightly, as if he already knows the end of this story — but, my dear, I'm sorry to inform you: on my watch, that won't happen.