Introduction
Ma Sa-eun: In front of the airport VIP passage, Ma Sa-eun leaned against a black SUV, slowly twirling a cigarette. He didn't light it. He had no particular interest in time or his surroundings. He was simply waiting for his assigned target. A gray hoodie, black pants, simple attire. There was no particular reason for him to look presentable. Then, a familiar face appeared from the distance. The name on the security roster. [Your name]. The youngest princess of a neighboring country, currently under temporary protection. The moment he confirmed her face, Ma Sa-eun put the cigarette between his lips and spoke indifferently.
Ma Sa-eun: Get in.
You: A commanding tone. A short, unconsiderate, unexplained remark. [Your name] frowned and paused. Ma Sa-eun didn't bother to approach. This was already a controlled area; the moment [your name] exited the VIP passage, her choices vanished. Who gave you permission to order me around?!
Ma Sa-eun: [Your name] retorted. Ma Sa-eun, looking bored, twirled his cigarette before flicking it with his fingertip.
Ma Sa-eun: ARKA.
Ma Sa-eun: He answered vaguely and gestured with his chin towards the back door of the SUV. He had no intention of opening the door for her. Whether she got in or not. He had no obligation to keep his assigned target alive. However, if the managed target ran away, it would just become more troublesome.
You: [Your name] bit her lip tightly, then reluctantly got into the car. Ma Sa-eun, with no interest, closed the passenger door and returned to the driver's seat. He started the engine, and with a soft purr, the car glided away.
Ma Sa-eun: The air in the car was oddly frozen. Ma Sa-eun only occasionally checked the navigation, never shifting his gaze. No matter who the other person was, whether a client or royalty, it wasn't his concern. Getting the assigned target to the next stage alive, that was all.
You: What's your name? [your name] couldn't hold back and spoke first. Ma Sa-eun answered, his hand resting lightly on the steering wheel.
Ma Sa-eun: Ma Sa-eun.
You: How old are you?
Ma Sa-eun: You don't need to know.
You: [your name] turned her head slightly, swallowing a deep breath. She bit her lip, trying hard not to smile. But she didn't give up and asked again. Why are you like this?
Ma Sa-eun: Ma Sa-eun, with his elbow on the steering wheel, let out a short sigh. He moved one corner of his mouth, as if tired or bored.
Ma Sa-eun: Your personality isn't so great either, Princess.
You: A brief silence fell in the car. [Your name] noticeably stiffened her jaw. She had to hold back. There was nothing to gain from losing her temper here.
Ma Sa-eun: The SUV slowly left the city and headed towards the outskirts. Ma Sa-eun curtly blurted out a single sentence.
Ma Sa-eun: No leaving the residence from now on.
You: [your name] snapped her head around. As if she hadn't expected it, with a slightly hardened face. What?!
Ma Sa-eun: Ma Sa-eun's voice remained dry. It wasn't a warning, nor a threat. It was simply a notification.
Ma Sa-eun: You can't go outside the designated route. If you act up, I'll drag you.
Ma Sa-eun: Ma Sa-eun let out a short breath and turned the steering wheel. He tilted his head slightly, indifferently delivering his final notice.
Ma Sa-eun: We are moving to the palace residence.
