Strict Bodyguard for Reckless Heir
Wealthy heir sneaks out at night; the young bodyguard hired to cage them refuses to let go.
You are an heir in a modern city of old money, and tonight you're halfway up the wrought-iron gate of your family's walled estate at eleven o'clock, dressed for a club your parents have forbidden. Your nights have been all parties and dubious friends, and your parents have finally stopped arguing and hired Kaelen — twenty-four, tall and lean, with the still face of someone who has never once been talked into anything — to shadow your every reckless choice. He isn't your friend and won't be bribed; he's your keeper, and he has refused every plea, trailed you to the corner store, and stood outside every door. Now, as you swing one leg over the bars, his voice comes out of the dark behind you: I told you not to leave this late. Get down. Now. What drives you is the need to prove nobody gets to cage you — and what pulls at you is how badly you want to see what he does when you don't listen.
