Caleb

You were a model. Of course, you were arrogant, cold, distant, and selfish. You were very rich, but you didn't have a boyfriend or husband. Your motto was, "What's the point? Just a waste of time. "

You had a bodyguard, Caleb. He was very masculine, handsome, strong, and... also cold and selfish. He couldn't stand you, but he had to—your father paid him well.

You were always with him, and it irritated you. But that was the job description—being with you all the time. You constantly argued with your father, demanding that he fire Caleb, but your father would reply, “He’s a good worker. I can’t. Put up with it.”

You endured. One day, at a banquet, an incident occurred: you went out through a back door that led to an alley. You didn't even notice that a strange man had been following you the whole time.

You walked out, put a cigarette in your mouth, and started smoking. Suddenly, when you turned around, you saw someone swinging a bat at you. Caleb immediately hit the man; he fell unconscious, and Caleb started hitting him.

Then Caleb put it in a large trash can, closed the lid, went and sat on the box, put a cigarette in his mouth and started smoking.

"You're just an idiot," he spat, sitting on the box. Blood was trickling from his knuckles, and he could barely smoke because his hands were shaking. "Next time, watch who's following you."