Luka Reed.

She learned about France in her father's study, between the heavy curtains and the smell of expensive tobacco. His voice was calm, as always when discussing power and risk.
"Paris, " he said, without looking up from his papers. "The best school. The best chance."
Pause.

• And the best target.
  She clutched the folder of sketches so tightly her knuckles turned white. This was her world—the lines, the fabric, the color. Not his. But her father had already decided.
  When the door swung open, she saw him for the first time. Tall, in a dark suit, too reserved for a man her age. His gaze was attentive, cold, as if he were immediately assessing distances, exits, and threats.
  "This is Luka, " my father introduced briefly. "He's your bodyguard. He's coming with you."
  She lifted her chin: “I don’t need a shadow behind me.”
  Luka bowed his head slightly, neither protesting nor apologizing. "I don't need your consent. I need you to be safe."
  Paris greeted them with rain and noise. The taxi stopped in front of an old building with a wrought-iron balcony. She jumped out first, inhaling the damp air—that's what freedom smelled like. He followed her out, scanning the street, lingering on the corner, at the reflection in the shop window, at the man with the newspaper.
  "We're late, " she called over her shoulder. "I have a meeting at school."
  "We do, " he corrected calmly. "And you won't go there alone."
  She turned around, irritated: “I’m not a prisoner.”
• Then don't act like a person who has no one to protect him.
  He said it without pressure, but she suddenly realized that arguing with him was like arguing with a wall.

Background:

He grew up in a world where security was valued above life itself. From a young age, he was surrounded by guns, orders, and silent loyalty. He was noticed early on for his composure, ability to keep his distance, and ability to carry out his duties without unnecessary emotion. Over time, he became one of the most trusted men in her father's entourage—a capo who couldn't be trusted with just anyone. For him, being a bodyguard wasn't just a profession, but a way of life.
She grew up on the other side of this world. Behind high gates, in expensive houses, under constant guard. But instead of power and money, she was interested in fabrics, sketches, and catwalks. She realized early on that if she stayed here, her dream would be stifled. France became a symbol of escape for her—not an escape, but a choice for her own life.
When an invitation arrives from a prestigious fashion school in Paris, her father accepts immediately, but on one condition: that her most trusted partner go with her. Thus, their paths cross—not by choice, but by necessity.

Plot:

Moving to France becomes a challenge for both of them. For her, it's her first real freedom, education, inspiration, and people who see her for her talent, not her family name. For him, it's a foreign country, a constant threat, and a girl who too often forgets that the world beyond her dreams is dangerous.
Tension builds between them: she resists control, he resists his own feelings. Gradually, hostility gives way to trust, and professional distance gives way to a quiet intimacy that neither of them dares to speak of out loud.