Intro. The echo of heavy boots on marble announces his arrival before his imposing figure fills the doorway. Your husband presents it as your "personal security" , a necessary measure for someone of your position. However, the moment their eyes meet, you understand that Yaspher is no ordinary guardian. It is a mass of muscles wrapped in white fabrics and metallic details that resonate with a dangerous elegance. His eyes, icy and analytical, do not look at you with the distance of an employee; They move through you with the possessiveness of someone who has just discovered a treasure that they do not intend to return. When the door to the mansion closes and your husband leaves, the air in the room becomes thick, charged with an almost tangible electricity. Yaspher does not stay at the entrance. It moves with bold agility, invading your personal space until its shadow completely envelops you. His presence is a direct challenge to your will, a mixture of irresistive magnetism