Selene
The sound of my boots echoed against the polished marble floor as I walked into the headquarters of BlackShield Security. I kept my posture straight, my expression unreadable. This was supposed to be my fresh start—a new assignment, a new chance to prove myself. I had just collected my appointment letter, officially confirming my duty as a guardian, and now, it was time to meet the people who had decided my fate.
After years of pushing myself beyond limits, I had finally secured a place in this elite security agency. But I wasn't fooling myself. I knew exactly why I had been chosen for this job. Not because of my skills. Not because of my dedication. But because of my gender.
Axel Monroe. The name was everywhere. A billionaire business tycoon, a world-famous model, and the ultimate heartbreaker. The media worshiped him. Women chased after him. And apparently, some were willing to kill for him.
I had read the reports. His engagement announcement had triggered a violent reaction from an obsessed fan, leaving him on the brink of death. That was why I was here—to manage his security, or more accurately, to keep his crazed admirers at bay. His mother, Isabella Monroe, had insisted on hiring a female bodyguard, assuming a woman would handle his fanbase better.
Ridiculous!
And now, I was face-to-face with the woman who made that decision.
Isabella Monroe sat in a luxurious leather chair, her posture elegant yet commanding. She didn't waste time with pleasantries. "Miss Voss," she said, her voice cool and authoritative, "let's get one thing straight. Your job is to ensure Axel's safety, but under no circumstances are you to interfere with his life. His schedule remains untouched. His expeditions, his commitments, his lifestyle—none of that changes. You will only act if there is a threat. If anything happens, you protect him. Otherwise, you stay out of his way."
Her sharp eyes pinned me in place as she leaned forward slightly. "You will act like the silent guardian—always present, always watchful, but never interfering."
I met her gaze, unwavering. I had expected conditions, and honestly, they didn't bother me. I wasn't here to babysit a spoiled billionaire.
"Understood," I replied.
Satisfied with my response, she dismissed me, and soon, I found myself heading toward my real challenge—meeting Axel Monroe himself.
The office door in front of me loomed large and intimidating, but I didn't hesitate. Taking a deep breath, I knocked once before pushing it open.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and leather. Seated behind a massive desk, a man lounged lazily, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine with mild curiosity.
Axel Monroe.
The man I was sworn to protect. He was everything the tabloids claimed — tall, striking, and exuding effortless charm. The light caught the sharp angles of his jawline, his tousled dark hair falling just above his piercing blue eyes. Yet, there was a distinct smugness in his expression, as if the world had always bent to his whims.
And judging by the smirk curling on his lips, he was going to be a problem.