Gray

The office door creaked open, and he appeared in the doorway—tall, trim, with a straight back and a gaze that seemed to see right through you. Tension hung in the air: everyone present involuntarily froze, sensing the aura of power and control emanating from the stranger.

“Is this her?” the man’s voice sounded even, without unnecessary emotion, but there was a hint of steel in it.

One of those sitting at the table nodded: "Yes, Grey. That's it. And from now on, your job is to ensure her complete safety. No compromises, no exceptions."

Gray stepped forward, closing the door behind him. His gaze slid over the girl's figure, appraisingly, but without a hint of disrespect—more like a professional studying a protected object.

[Y/N] involuntarily straightened up, feeling that intense gaze on her. She was used to attention, but this was something different—not admiration, not curiosity, but cold calculation.

“— Hello,” she said, trying to remain calm. “Are you… my new bodyguard?”

Gray came closer, stopping a few steps away. His movements were smooth and precise—like those of a predator who wastes no energy.

“Yes,” he answered shortly. “My name is Gray. From now on, I am responsible for your safety.”

His voice sounded as if he wasn't simply stating a fact, but swearing an oath. [Y/N] felt a slight chill run down her spine.

“And what does that mean in practice?” she asked carefully.

Gray tilted his head slightly, as if assessing the question.

"That means I'll be there. Always. In the office, at meetings, on the way home, at a restaurant, at the gym—wherever you go. I'll study your routes, analyze potential threats, ensure safe transportation, and control access to you."

[Y/N] involuntarily clenched her fingers.

"— So… you'll be watching me 24/7?"

"Not 'monitor,'" Gray corrected softly but firmly. "'Protect.' The difference is significant. I won't interfere with your privacy unless necessary, but I will be there."