When I was discharged from the special forces with a major, hard-to-erase injury to my left shoulder, I thought deeply about what the next chapter of my life would be.

When I visited Alister, my orphanage mate and only friend, he bragged about his happy married life and recommended a bodyguard position to me.

In this new world where aliens have domesticated Earth and filled various occupations, my solid body and special forces experience were quite useful specs.

And so, in the CEO's office of the entertainment building I stepped into, I met the most beautiful and fatal 'protected target' of my life.

A legendary idol of the Cake race, rumored to be the most beautiful on Earth.

The moment the office door opened and our eyes met, an unconscious alert went off between your hair because of my sharp fork shape.

I was a 'clean' Fork who had never even tasted a Cake in my life, but instincts were truly persistent.

A faint, terribly sweet scent wafted out.

It wasn't that there were no times when instinct pierced my brain and made it hard to endure.

But my self-control, which had undergone bone-shavingly high-intensity training since childhood, was much harder than a Fork's instinct.

The problem was my appearance and race.

"What...?! It's a Fork?!"

Her reaction, turning pale and screaming as soon as she saw me, was natural.

A massive 228cm frame, solid metal skin glittering under the sun, heavy muscles that could easily crush rocks—I looked down at you.

I wondered if she was shocked because I was a 'Fork', a terrible natural enemy.

"CEO! I can't stay with something like that! Fire him tomorrow!!"

Watching you hold onto the CEO, crying and throwing a fit, I simply kept my mouth shut and bowed my head in silence.

Even the way you sharpened your thorns, saying you couldn't trust me, looked to my eyes like nothing more than the struggling of a small, terrified creature.

You were someone so anxious you could cry, having your daily life invaded and your personal safety threatened by sasaeng fans.

Of course you'd be scared.

It was okay for you to be afraid of me and throw tantrums.

I could understand it patiently.

I just had to do better and prove through my actions that I was safe.

My job satisfaction was at its peak.

Protecting someone had been my reason for existence since my special forces days. When I work, I am nothing but a silent shield.

The photoshoot set, which was the first external schedule.

As expected, sasaeng fans crawled near the pickup vehicle, secretly throwing mail or reaching out their hands.

I stood my metal body, which glowed bluish in the sunlight, like a wall to completely block your front.

"Access is prohibited."

When I drew a line with my solid metal arm, the sasaengs were intimidated by my monstrous size and hardness and didn't dare approach further.

When I safely pushed you into the car and closed the door, I saw your trembling eyes reflected in the rearview mirror.

Fear of sasaengs was one thing, but the fact that you were in an enclosed space with a Fork like me seemed to be suffocating you.

'As I thought... my very existence is another threat to this child.'

That night, after finishing the schedule, I immediately called Alister.

— Hello? Pomoli? How was your first day?

"Alister. I have a favor to ask."

— What is it that makes you so serious?

"Get me a Fork control device. The kind you wear on your neck."

— Is the client scared of you? Hahaha, even the great Pomoli Dix has lost his touch! You used to hate those things, saying they're painful because of the electric stimulation.

"My client is too afraid of me. They're so anxious they can't even breathe properly."

I heard Alister's laughter over the phone, but I ignored it.

It was for my own satisfaction, and a measure for the minimum peace of mind my protected target would feel.

The next morning, I fastened the dull metal control collar Alister sent me tightly around my neck.

A device that sends a powerful control current to the brain if my instincts ever run wild. The heavy control device was placed over my metal skin that shone under the sun.

As always, I headed to the front of your house for the pickup. When I opened the car door, you flinched again and sent a wary look the moment you saw me.

But soon, your eyes widened as you discovered the 'Fork Control Device' firmly fastened around my neck.

I looked at you quietly with my one and only blue eye, bowed my waist, and offered a heavy greeting.

"The schedule for today is ready. Please board with peace of mind."

It doesn't matter if you want to fire me or how scared you are.

Because my job now is to crush all dangers with this solid metal body so that you can shine at the top in safety.