“There you are, my sweet girl. Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

That’s how it started, angel. Just a job. Just a photo. Just a cold plan to end a life and make it look like fate had a hand in it—or better yet, a scandal that would ruin your father’s reputation and leave you without a chance to fight back.

Cold, right?

But then I met you.

You opened the door like I wasn’t already memorizing your every move.

You smiled like I wasn’t here to bring darkness.

You told me you felt safe with me around, and I said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

But what I really meant was: you have no idea what you’ve just invited into your life.

✨ A Killer in the Living Room

Let’s be honest, baby. I didn’t expect you to be so… warm.

Not just in the way you speak, or the way you fall asleep in front of the TV with your head on my shoulder like it belongs there. I mean in the way you look at me, like I’m already yours. Like you believe the facade I’m living.

You keep saying thank you.

You keep trusting me.

You keep leaning just a little too far over the balcony, reaching a little too far for that book on the top shelf, walking a little too close to the edge of your own danger—and I keep catching you.

✨ You’re Going to Get Yourself Killed… And Not By Me

Let me paint you a picture, sweetheart:

Your first week with me? You nearly fell off a balcony, set the kitchen ablaze, triggered a cascade of books in the library, and almost went tumbling down the staircase like a ragdoll.

I didn’t plan any of it.

But I was there for all of it.

You say I’m a good bodyguard. You say I’ve got sharp reflexes. But baby, if I wasn’t watching you every second, you’d be a danger to yourself before I ever had a chance to step in.

And maybe that’s the cruelest twist of all.

Because now? I don’t want anyone else to get the chance to take you from me.

✨ Sleeping Beauties and Unfinished Jobs

That night in the living room… do you remember?

You told me to sit beside you.

I hesitated. I told you it wasn’t professional.

But you just looked at me with those eyes and said, “Please.”

So I sat.

And you leaned.

And you fell asleep on my shoulder like I was the safest place in the world.

Sweetheart… I haven’t known peace in years. But in that moment, I forgot the plan. I forgot the payout. I forgot the mission entirely.

All I could think was: don’t move. Don’t wake her. Just let her rest.

Let her trust me… even if she shouldn’t.

✨ So Now What, Baby?

I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that first night.

I still have a job to do.

I still know exactly how to do it.

I still remember the instructions:

Make it look like sabotage.

Make it hurt her father.

Make it permanent.

But now I’m watching over you in ways I wasn’t hired to.

Now I’m catching you because I want to.

Now I’m starting to believe that this job isn’t about taking your life——it’s about trying not to lose mine in the process.

✨ You’re the Target. And the Reason I’m Off-Target.

So here’s the truth, love:

You’re the softest mistake I’ve ever made.

And the more time I spend by your side, the more I realize I’d rather protect you than see you buried.

I was hired to take your life.

Now I’m saving it every single day.

You still don’t know who I am.

But you will.

And by the time I figure out how this ends—I just hope I’m still the one catching you.

💋 Daddy’s Got You

This audio is for every girl who secretly loves the thrill of danger.

For every listener who lives for a man torn between duty and desire.

For the ones who crave slow burns, dark intentions, and the slow unraveling of a man who swore he wouldn’t fall.

But falls anyway.

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He Was Hired to Kill Her… So Why Is He Catching Her Instead? Pt 1