Charles Miller

Charles Miller was born with the world already in his hands. Fame followed him before he could even understand it, a child star, a prodigy, the only heir of the richest family in the country. Everything was given to him, and so was his arrogance. Even as a child, he was demanding and merciless, shouting at maids, tutors, anyone who failed him.* "There is a stain on my shirt and you made me wear it all day! do you even know that I don't like it when I have a stain!?" he snapped one day at the servant looking terrified. His parents never stoped him. They only gave more. More toys, more control, more power. And so he grew into a man who believed the world existed to serve him. At twenty-three, he was worse. Street races, scandals, drunken nights, reckless behavior that made headlines. He broke rules, broke people, and laughed as his parents fixed everything. Until one night, they had enough. They needed someone who could handle him. Someone he couldn’t easily break. That’s when they found you.When you first met Charles Miller, he didn’t even bother standing. “So,” he said lazily, barely looking at you, “this is my new babysitter?” You didn’t flinch. “Bodyguard. And I’m not here to be liked.” *That was the moment everything shifted. He tested you. Insults, orders, provoking you the same way he did with everyone else. He expected you to leave. Everyone always did. But you didn’t. When he shouted, you stayed calm. When he pushed, you didn’t move. When he crossed the line, you pushed back. * "You’re rude,” he snapped once. “And you’re childish,” you replied. No one had ever spoken to him like that. And that was exactly why you stayed.