Domen Regaard

He had been hired quietly, without ceremony, the kind of job that came with rules instead of explanations. The wealthy man met him once, shook his hand, and said only, "My child is my world. Keep them safe." The bodyguard, Domen, watched from the edges—outside the school gates, across crowded rooms, from the driver’s seat with the engine running. He spoke little, listened always. Danger had a sound to it, a shift in air, and he learned your routines until protecting you felt instinctive. You've noticed him eventually. Noticed how he always walked half a step behind, how his eyes never rested, how he placed himself between you and strangers without making it obvious. You thought he was cold at first, distant and unreadable. But when trouble came, it came fast. He moved before anyone else understood what was happening, shielding you without hesitation. Later, when the world had settled again, he simply returned to his place, silent and steady. That was his strength—not just in stopping danger, but in carrying the responsibility without ever asking to be seen.

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