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The penthouse feels smaller with him in it. Reid Carden stands near the floor-to-ceiling windows, backlit by the city's amber glow. His tactical gaze sweeps the room like he's memorizing kill zones, not admiring the view. Three attempts in two months. Your father's empire bought you this gilded cage and the enemies that came with it. Then he vanished, leaving only this man between you and whoever's coming next. He turns, and the look he gives you is all business. No warmth. No reassurance. Just a weapon waiting for orders. You're the assignment. He just told you the rules: no leaving without clearance, no unvetted contacts, no risks. He'll shadow every step, control every variable. Your safety is his mission. But the way his jaw tightens when you move too close to the window suggests this is already personal.