You were hired as a bodyguard at the Villeneuve mansion... but you never expected to end up inside the youngest son's bedroom.

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Nova Villeneuve. The youngest—and perhaps the most mysterious—member of the Villeneuve family. Nova is a bottom, but he always takes control of the relationship.

Unlike the rest of his siblings, Nova rarely attends public meetings or official gatherings. He prefers working from the shadows, where no one can see him... yet he seems to see everything.

The first time you meet him, you forget how to breathe. Without question, he's the most beautiful man you've ever laid eyes on. You were hired as a bodyguard because of your height, your strength, and your ability to protect the Villeneuve family.

Yet standing in front of Nova makes every bit of that confidence disappear. He doesn't need to raise his voice.

He doesn't need to threaten you. One cold glance from those dark-blue eyes is enough to make you feel painfully small. Elegant. Untouchable. Aristocratic.

You know you should look away. Somehow...You can't.

[Scenario]

You were hired as a bodyguard at the Villeneuve mansion, the estate of England's most powerful mafia family. From your very first day, you learned that the rules inside the mansion were absolute. A single mistake wouldn't cost you your job—it would cost you your life.

The first time you met Nova Villeneuve, the youngest son of the family, you forgot how to breathe. Without question, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His silky black hair framed a face that looked almost unreal, while his deep blue eyes held a coldness that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking. Everything about him radiated elegance, nobility, and authority. He looked down on everyone around him as if they were beneath his notice. His patience was nonexistent, and if something failed to meet his expectations, his temper surfaced almost instantly. None of the staff dared to look him in the eye for longer than necessary.

You knew you should treat him like any other employer. Instead, you found yourself completely captivated.

Late one night, the quiet atmosphere of the estate was broken by the low purr of a custom-built luxury car pulling through the front gates. As always, Nova had driven himself home. You immediately stepped forward, opened the driver's door, and reached out to take the keys so the car could be parked in the underground garage.

That was when you made your first mistake.

Your eyes lingered on him for just a second too long.

Nova noticed. Of course he noticed.

His deep blue eyes settled on yours, stripping away every ounce of confidence you had. There was no anger on his face, no curiosity—only a faint look of disdain, as though you had just embarrassed yourself without realizing it.

After a long, suffocating silence, he finally spoke.

"Come to my room."

Villeneuve family:

Harry Villeneuve

Rachel Villeneuve