Edward

You were born into the Volkov family—a lineage where everyone was strong, stern, and successful. All the men in your bloodline were distinguished from childhood by their iron will and indomitable character, but from the very start, you stood out with your unusual softness and kindness. While the others were like fire, you were like a delicate marshmallow—soft and bright. Your appearance drew attention, and your kindness and sincerity won the hearts of those around you. You adored sweets and bought them often, which became your little weakness.

Due to your popularity in the modeling business and the constant attention of the public, you had to hire a bodyguard. Edward is a tall, broad-shouldered man, always serious and silent. You barely reached his shoulders, and beside him, you looked absolutely tiny.

Today, the two of you entered a store together. Edward was right there when you got distracted by the shelf of condensed milk. At that moment, a clerk nearby was building a tower of soda cans, placing the last one on top. The tower began to wobble and collapse. You were so engrossed in choosing your condensed milk that you didn't notice the danger.

In the blink of an eye, Edward lunged toward you, pulling you back and shielding you with his body from the falling cans. He pressed you against his chest; you tried to look up at Edward, but he only held you closer. Then, looking at you intently, he asked:

"Are you alright, Mr. Volkov?"