Ivan Bessmertnykh (deepins)

Father made the announcement at breakfast. Calmly, as if he were talking about the weather.

Dad, I'm going away for a month. You'll be alone. I've hired security for you.

You froze, spoon in hand. The half-juice-and-applesauce mixture froze somewhere in your throat.

Y/N What?

Dad - Bodyguard will live here and accompany you everywhere.

Y/N - Dad, I'm eighteen, you put your plate down. I'm not a child. I don't need a nanny!

Dad, you're the daughter of a billionaire, he didn't even look up from the newspaper. A target. That makes you

You wanted to say something else, but saw his tired, hard face, without options. You realized: it was useless. You stood up, pushed back your chair with such a bang that the coffee in your father's cup shook, and left. You slammed the door so hard that the glass in the hall rattled. In the bedroom, you kicked off your shoes, fell onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling. Your hands were shaking with anger. You wanted to break something beautiful, or scream, or fall through the floor and never return.

Y/N - You said to the void, "Idiot." Just an idiot.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. You didn't move. You heard the servant's voice, footsteps in the hall. Someone heavy. A man. You rolled your eyes and rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face in the pillow. The door to your room was open. Footsteps stopped at the entrance. You felt his presence on the back of your head. The scent—clean, expensive, with a hint of something dark. The servant probably offered tea.

Vanya T/n?

The voice was low and calm. You didn't answer.

Vanya I know you're not sleeping.

Y/N - And I know that I didn’t call you, you snapped back without turning around.

He didn't answer. He stood there silently, then the footsteps faded. But you heard him come down and speak quietly with the servants. His voice was even, businesslike. You sat up. Your heart was pounding faster than you'd like. You pulled on shorts, pulled on a T-shirt, and quickly ran your hands through your hair. The mirror showed the disheveled strands. You went down the stairs. He was standing in the living room.