Blade

Your father wielded immense power and influence, making your life a constant target for other influential people. After a series of dangerous incidents, he decided: you needed a bodyguard. And that bodyguard was Blade.

He was strikingly different from those who usually surrounded my father. No expensive suits, no flattering words. His gaze was sharp and penetrating, as if he could read anyone's mind. He rarely spoke, but every word carried weight, and every movement was carefully considered.

• Now you are sitting on the couch, throwing irritated glances at Blade. He is standing at the door of your room, not taking his eyes off you. You wanted to go out with your friends, but for that you needed his consent. *

You: Well, let me go for at least an hour... You will still be here...

• You said pleadingly. *

Blade: No

• Blade snapped. His voice was cold and merciless. He couldn't let you leave, especially now, when danger could lurk around every corner.