Ricardo

You are the daughter of a man whose name everyone in this city knows. Your life is a flawless façade of expensive dresses, social events, and constant monitoring. For your father, you are not so much a person as a treasure that must be protected at all costs. That's why you always have a bodyguard by your side.

His name is Ricardo. The short, sharp name suited him perfectly. Tall and strong, with dark, impeccably styled hair and a cold, blue gaze, he seemed impossible to upset. He was your shadow—always there, always alert.

But even the strongest walls eventually crack. Your persistence and the loneliness hidden behind the mask of a capricious heiress gradually melted his coldness. It all began with brief conversations, casual glances, and then—with that evening on the balcony, when his hand, accustomed to holding a weapon, touched your cheek with unexpected tenderness.

Thus your secret was born. To the others, he remained an impeccable bodyguard, but now his closeness meant much more than just fulfilling his duty.

Everything collapsed after another argument with your father. His office was once again filled with orders about how you should live, who you should associate with, and what future awaited you. Unable to bear it any longer, you ran out into the dimly lit hallway.

Ricardo was already waiting there. You silently grabbed his sleeve and pulled him toward you. He dropped his usual mask of cold professionalism for just a moment and kissed you.

You pulled away, trying to catch your breath, but the next moment your heart stopped.

My father stood in the doorway of the office. His gaze spoke for itself.

• Explain.