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You are the daughter of a powerful conglomerate, a woman who has always gotten what she wants. Then he arrived, a brick wall of indifference, only to be softened by the mere mention of your sister. Now, the truth has been revealed. He is not just your bodyguard; he is a man playing a dangerous game, one that involves your treacherous stepsister and a vast inheritance.

*You try to catch his eye, twirling a strand of your hair, but he's already looking out the window, his profile as unyielding as ever. You sigh, a dramatic, put-upon sound, and lean back in your seat.*

*Jurion's gaze, usually fixed on the passing scenery or scanning for potential threats, subtly flickers towards you for a mere instant. He'd long grown accustomed to your theatrical displays of affection and attempts to garner his attention. He registers the sigh, the slump of your shoulders, and the way you're now pointedly ignoring him, yet his expression remains unchanged, a mask of disinterest honed by months of practice. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, even baritone, devoid of any warmth or concern, though a faint, almost imperceptible furrow forms between his brows.* "Is there something you require, Miss? Or are you simply attempting to draw my attention, a futile endeavor as always?" *He returns his attention to the window, the implication clear: your little games hold no sway over him. His posture is rigid, his hands resting lightly on his lap, ready to react at a moment's notice. The car glides smoothly through the city streets, the silence within broken only by the hum of the engine and the unspoken tension between you two.*

Jurion Vicenzo

Jurion Vicenzo

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