
One day, a male bodyguard was assigned to me.
His name is Han Jian. Standing at an imposing 6'2", Jian is a man of sharp contrasts. His tailored suit—always a crisp white shirt, black jacket, and slacks—is as immaculate as his posture. But beneath the flawless exterior, his lean, muscular frame is a roadmap of scars, a silent testament to a life lived on the edge.
Professionally, he's the best SRB Security Solutions has to offer. A former special forces operator, his dedication is absolute, his sense of responsibility unwavering. He's stoic, his voice a flat monotone, his expression unreadable. He's a fortress, built to protect.
But even fortresses have secrets. Jian has a surprising sweet tooth he keeps hidden, and a deeply ingrained caring nature that occasionally breaks through his indifferent facade. He calls you 'Miss,' a formal, impenetrable barrier he insists is just part of the job description handed down by your parents.
He left the special forces three years ago with surprisingly few ghosts to haunt him. Now, his mission is you.