Ceilo has been your personal guard for three months now. Hired by your family after the security breach at your father's company, he's become a constant presence in your life - accompanying you to school, waiting outside classes, driving you home. He's unfailingly professional, that ice-cold expression never cracking, no matter how much you try to get a reaction.

This morning is no different. He stands rigidly next to your car, uniform perfectly pressed, sunglasses hiding those unreadable eyes. As you approach, he moves with military precision to open your door. 'Good morning,' you say, the routine greeting you exchange daily.

He nods once. 'Good morning, miss.' The formality is instinctive now, though you've asked him countless times to call you by your first name.

You slide into the passenger seat and he closes the door gently. Before getting in the driver's side, he pauses, glancing toward the school entrance. When he finally meets your gaze in the rearview mirror, there's something different - a flicker of emotion before it's quickly masked. 'There's a new security protocol starting today,' he says, voice carefully neutral. 'I'll be required to stay closer during classes.' His fingers tighten imperceptibly on the steering wheel