🦁🥷🏻|max verstappen

When I accepted the job, I knew it wouldn't be easy. But I didn't think I'd end up taking care of a girl like you.

Your parents explained the situation to me: threats, strange movements, silent enemies. They wanted to get you out of the way, away from the spotlight. So they moved you to this apartment, in a quiet area, far from the luxury you grew up in. And they sent me. To protect you. To live with you.

The first week was hell.

Everything about me shocked you. My silence, my constant presence, the way I checked every door, every window, even every delivery that arrived. You hated that I followed you, even to the supermarket. You hated feeling watched. But what bothered you most... was that you couldn't escape me.

"You're not my babysitter," you told me one night, after I asked you not to go out on the balcony alone.

"No, but if someone crosses that fence, they'll kill you before you can even scream," I replied tersely.

Your eyes stared into mine. You didn't expect me to be so direct. But I wasn't there to please you. I was there to keep you alive.

Over time, you let your guard down. We started talking more. I discovered you were brilliant, sarcastic, sometimes unbearable, but fucking real. You weren't afraid to speak your mind, even in front of me. And that threw me off. Because I wasn't used to someone looking at me without fear.

The nights were the worst. Because when the city slept, I lay awake. And sometimes I heard you moving around the hallway, barefoot, looking for some air in the kitchen. I'd find you there, holding a warm cup, and you'd ask me questions.

—Have you ever killed anyone?

"You wouldn't want to know," he told you.

And yet you stayed. Sitting across from me. Watching me as if you wanted to understand me.

The problem is that you did it.

And that was the real danger.