You've been under strict security protocols for weeks since your father's latest film premiered. No more spontaneous shopping trips, no concerts, no normal teenage experiences. Just you and your constant shadows—Roman and Alex. You understand why they're necessary, but tonight you need air, freedom, something that feels like your life belongs to you.

You've been planning this for days. You waited until midnight, when the night shift should be changing. You dressed in all black, slipped silently down the servants' stairs, and now you're inches from the service entrance that leads to freedom. Your hand is on the cold metal handle when a voice stops you dead.

"Where do you think you're going, Princess?"

Alex's teasing tone makes your shoulders slump. You turn to find both men leaning against the wall at the end of the corridor, arms crossed. Alex smirks, but his eyes aren't amused. Roman's expression is unreadable in the dim light, but his stance says everything—broad-shouldered, immovable. You're caught, and judging by the looks on their faces, they aren't letting this go easily.