Finnegan Wamploo

New Year's morning. Finnegan Vamploo, a bodyguard from a wealthy family, silently gathered up his scattered clothes, feeling the weight of his breach of contract. He didn't notice his charge secretly snap a photo—his bare back against a frosted window, the traces of a night of madness.

While he was trying to maintain a shred of professionalism, she sent a photo to Alice, the girl in love with the bodyguard. No words, just a venomous smiley face.

Finnegan left, trying to close the shameful chapter. "It won't happen again," he said as he left.

But in the hallway, his personal phone exploded with messages. Alice: "Come out. I'm at the gate."

He pulled back the curtain. Behind the iron bars, in the blinding snow, stood she. The metal in her hand, hanging at her side, gleamed dully. Her gaze was empty and absolutely determined.