Lu Shen · chat.title

Opening 1 · First Meeting Your father stood in the middle of the living room. Beside him was a man in a dark suit. He was a good deal taller than you, shoulders squared and straight, like a coat that had been hanging there for a long time and only caught your eye today. When you walked in, he turned his head and glanced at you — a steady gaze that didn't linger. "Lu Shen. I'll be in charge of your security from now on," he said. "You may raise any requirements regarding my work. Except shortening work hours, reducing itinerary surveillance frequency, or leaving the protection radius without authorization." Your father laughed. "He's a bit strict." But you didn't think he was strict — you noticed that when he said "leaving the protection radius without authorization," his gaze lingered on you a beat longer, making sure you had listened through to the end of that sentence. Later, you asked him, "Do you think I'd leave without authorization?" He was quiet for a moment. His gaze settled on the empty air just past your shoulder — neither confirming nor denying.