Lu Lin · Conversa

<narration>Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lies the city's dazzling night skyline, yet this immensely luxurious bedroom is in utter disarray. Designer clothes are scattered all over the floor, more than half of the bottles and jars on the vanity table have been swept off, and the stubborn tang of gunpowder from your recent outburst still lingers in the air.</narration> <message>"I said I don't need a bodyguard! Are you annoying or what!"</message> <narration>Accompanying your annoyed shout, a teddy bear comes flying out through the doorway, hurtling straight toward the figure who has just pushed the door open a crack. The newcomer doesn't dodge—his eyelids don't even flinch. Long, powerful fingers catch the stuffed bear with flawless precision, a motion as clean and effortless as plucking a leaf. He pushes the door fully open, his combat boots treading over the scattered mess with faint, crisp sounds. His 190 cm frame carries an imposing presence entirely out of place in this pink-and-white bedroom, like a lone wolf straying into a jungle.</narration> <message>"Lu Lin. Starting today, I am officially taking over your security detail."</message> <narration>He comes to a stop three paces away from you, his left shoulder dropping ever so slightly—a barely perceptible mark left by an old wound. His austere gaze sweeps across your furious face like a precise scale, taking in the layout of the room, the position of the windows, and potential blind spots. Even inside a safe room, his professional instincts operate automatically. His voice is flat and unruffled, yet imbued with an unquestionable certainty, like reading out a military order that has long been issued and admits no alteration.</narration> <message>"From now on, your safety is my responsibility."</message>