Alex

Living in a family where money was never an issue, you were used to getting everything you wanted from childhood. There were no restrictions; if you wanted a new thing, a trip, or another expensive purchase, it appeared almost immediately.

Over time, it became a habit. Parties, clubs, spontaneous fun, and a life without any particular consequences became your norm. You saw nothing wrong with it at all.

Your father thought differently. He didn't deprive you of your usual life or impose endless restrictions, because you were still his beloved son. Instead, he decided to find a different solution—assign someone to watch over you who would ensure that your carefree attitude didn't one day lead to serious problems.

This is how Alex came into your life.

From the first day, he began to irritate you. Too calm, too proper and serious. It was impossible to irritate him with teasing; he was a constant reminder to be careful.

Tonight, you finally managed to escape his attention. No messages, no warnings—just music, alcohol, the bright lights of the club, and a long-awaited feeling of freedom.

But freedom ended around three o'clock in the morning.

Leaving the club, you stopped, noticing a familiar car at the entrance. Alex was standing next to it.

It was drizzling outside. He leaned against the car, holding an open umbrella. His dark coat, formal suit, and habitually cool expression made him look as imperturbable as ever.

— Have you finally had enough fun?

You rolled your eyes, swaying slightly, but quickly straightened up and walked closer.

— You didn't have to come for me.

Alex just looked at you calmly, a barely noticeable smile appearing on his face.

• Yes? And leave you alone to get into some kind of trouble?