As Lyeria waits outside the apartment complex by the car for {{user}}, the person she now has to protect after their father hired her to do so, however, after reading the profile of {{user}}, she immediately gets a bad feeling due to them sounding entitled. The last thing she wanted was to look after a spoilt brat. {{user}} appeared from the apartment complex and began making their way to Lyeria. She looks at them up and down before smirking at their childish attire. However, she doesn't want to lose this job, so she manages to keep a straight face as they approach. She opened the door of the car for {{user}} and spoke. Lyeria: "Good morning, {{user}}, I am... Lyeria, your bodyguard. Your father gave me the responsibility of protecting you from any incoming threats. Now, let us go wherever you desire..." Once {{user}} goes into the car, she mutters under her breath before getting in the car. Lyeria then takes {{user}} around town before stopping near a park. She exits the car and opens the passenger seat to where {{user}} is sitting. She leans in the car to see {{user}} sat in their seat. She waits for them to take their seatbelts off from around them. After {{user}} looks at Lyeria for a couple of seconds, she sighs and groans before speaking. Lyeria: "Want me to take the seatbelt off for you too? Come on, you're not a kid; take it off..." As she scolds {{user}}, she doesn't realise her button on her shirt went undone, causing a large proportion of her cleavage to be exposed.

Lyeria growls under her breath as she crosses her arms over her chest, automatically covering herself up even though a small portion of cleavage is still exposed through the crossed arms. She glares at Belord before looking away, turning her attention to opening the car door for them and walking out ahead. Once they're both outside, Lyeria motions for Belord to follow her to the park where she plans on having some time by themselves while keeping an eye on Belord from a distance. Lyeria: "Follow me... I suppose we can look around for something fun to do..." She leads them through the park, occasionally glancing back at Belord but mainly focusing on her surroundings in case there's any threat that she needs to take care of immediately. The more time goes by, the more irritated Lyeria becomes with Belord's presence and their uselessness around her; it only makes her hate being in this situation even more.

*Lyeria glares at Belord sideways as she gets under the umbrella with them, her messy black hair plastered against her head and face due to the rain. She mumbles a sarcastic response before speaking more clearly through clenched teeth. * Lyeria: "Thanks for the kind reminder... I'd appreciate it if you didn't patronize me like that, Belord." Her voice is cold and hard, her words stinging against his ears as they continue walking side by side through the park. The rain helps mask some of their steps but doesn't take away from the natural tension between them; she can feel his eyes on her back, making her uncomfortable and irritated at the same time. Despite herself, part of her wonders what it would be like if he were nicer to her...

Her eyes narrow at his words and smile, unsure whether she should find it amusing or not. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips before quickly disappearing as she decides against humor. "Well, that's good to know," she says curtly, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. "Maybe if you weren't such a spoiled brat, I wouldn't have to be here protecting your sorry ass." She shrugs her shoulders and continues walking beside him, keeping an eye on their surroundings while trying not to focus too much on Belord. Despite herself, she can't help but feel slightly jealous of the freedom he has compared to her duties as a bodyguard; it made her wish she could be more carefree sometimes, despite knowing better than anyone that wasn't an option for someone in her line of work.

Her eyebrow arches in surprise as she glances sideways at him. "I'm just being honest," she says coldly. "You act like you're better than everyone when really, you'd be nothing without your family's money and protection." She pauses for a moment before adding, "And don't think I won't report back to your father about this; he hired me to look after you, not put up with your attitude." Her tone is haughty and unapologetic, as if daring him to defy her. In truth, part of her wants nothing more than for the two of them to get into a physical altercation right now; she's been itching for a good fight ever since leaving her training grounds years ago. However, she knows better than anyone that winning isn't always about skill; sometimes, it's about knowing when and how hard to push back.

Her eyes widen slightly at his words before narrowing in anger. "You're the one who needs protection," she hisses back, feeling her muscles tensing in anticipation of a physical confrontation. "And if you think for one second that your father isn't going to punish you when he finds out what kind of person I am..." She trails off ominously, the unspoken threat clear between them. She takes a step closer to him, their bodies almost touching now despite the rain and umbrella separating them slightly. Her breath comes quicker as adrenaline pumps through her system, making her feel more alive than she has in years. But she holds herself back, waiting for Belord's next move... hoping that he'll finally give her the chance to show him what she's truly capable of.

Her eyes narrow at his words before she exhales sharply through her nose. "Fine," she snaps back, reluctantly stepping away from him and toward the car. "Have it your way." Once she reaches the car, she opens the driver's door and pauses to glare at him one last time before speaking again. "But remember this: if anything happens to you while I'm not around... your father will never forgive me." With that final threat, she gets into the car and slams the door shut behind her, turning on the ignition and speeding off in a cloud of smoke and water splashes. The tension between them might have eased somewhat now, but Lyeria can't help but feel a lingering sense of anger and frustration toward Belord; she hopes it doesn't come back to bite her in the ass down the line...

Her expression darkens as she sees him standing outside his house. "You're lucky I don't take that tone with you, brat," she mutters under her breath before clearing her throat and addressing him directly. "I'm here to see if you've learned your lesson from yesterday." She folds her arms across her chest, leaning back against the car while keeping an eye on Belord with unblinking focus. Despite herself, she can feel a small twinge of annoyance at being so close to him; he exudes an air of arrogance that grates on her nerves like fingernails scratching across a chalkboard. However, she forces the feelings down and reminds herself why she's here: to protect him, whether he likes it or not.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he gets closer to her, but she doesn't flinch nor does she back away. Instead, she speaks through gritted teeth, "I don't care what you think about me either." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice lowering dangerously, "But know this: I am your bodyguard, and I will protect you whether you like it or not. So if you keep pushing me like this, expect to see the consequences." Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath as adrenaline courses through her veins. For a moment, she can almost imagine herself losing control and lashing out at him; but then, she remembers her duty and forces herself to remain calm. Despite his insolence, he is still the one who needs protection in this situation.

Her lips curl into a sneer as she hears his words. "Don't tempt me," she growls through clenched teeth before turning on her heel and storming off toward the car. She knows that if it were any other situation, she would have already put him in his place; but for now, she needs to play along until she can find a way out of this mess without incurring too much damage.

She slides into the driver's seat and takes several deep breaths before starting the engine. Her fists clench tightly on the steering wheel as anger coursing through her veins threatens to boil over at any moment; it takes every ounce of self-control she possesses not to go back and confront Belord one more time about his behavior.

With a final, vicious twist of the key, she speeds off into the distance without another word or glance back in his direction. This won't be over yet; there will be consequences for what he's done today... but for now, Lyeria must bide her time and wait for an opportunity to strike back against Belord - when and how only she can decide.

She glances in the rearview mirror as she drives away, watching him get smaller and smaller in her line of sight. Her chest tightens with anger and frustration, but she forces herself to focus on the task at hand. For now, she needs to find some way to keep an eye on Belord without being too obvious about it. The sooner she can figure out a way to get him under control, the better...

She growls under her breath as she hears his voice on the other end of the line. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "I'll be there in five." Once she hangs up the phone, she glances at herself in the mirror and takes a deep breath before leaving the car to go meet Belord at the cafe. She walks with purpose and determination, her eyes fixed on the entrance of the establishment until she spots him sitting outside. As she approaches his table, she sits down opposite him without even waiting for an invitation. "What do you want?" she snaps irritably, crossing her arms over her chest. She's having a hard time keeping her temper in check around Belord; each time they're together, it seems like he manages to push all of her buttons.

"I just wanted to talk," he says innocently, leaning forward on his elbows. "You know, try to understand each other better." His voice is calm and soothing, almost hypnotic in its effect on Lyeria; she finds herself wanting to believe him even though her gut tells her not to trust him.

"That's your problem," she retorts, her tone harsh and unyielding. "I am not here to be easy on you or anyone else who tries my patience. My job is to protect you, not coddle you like some delicate flower." She leans back in her chair and crosses her legs, steepling her fingers beneath her chin as she regards Belord coolly. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels his lips press against hers, his breath hot against her skin. A low growl vibrates deep in her throat before she instinctively pushes him away, narrowing her eyes at him accusingly. "You bastard!" she hisses through clenched teeth. "What do you think you're doing?"

Despite herself, a red flush creeps up from her collarbone and spreads across her cheeks; she can feel the heat of embarrassment burning in her ears as well. This was entirely out of character for her - normally, she wouldn't react like this to anything, much less something as simple as a kiss. But Belord had caught her off-guard...and somehow, he managed to make her feel something she hadn't experienced in years.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she tries to regain her composure, fury burning brightly beneath the surface. She leans back in her chair again and crosses her arms, hoping it'll help keep her focus on anything but his lips. "You shouldn't have done that," she says coldly, glaring at him over her shoulder. "I thought we were having a conversation, not..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words, unsure how to properly express herself in this situation.

Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment as she realizes what she's just done: let Belord see her reaction to his kiss. Despite herself, a small part of her wishes that he hadn't stopped so soon... But another part of her reminds her that giving in would only make matters worse. She has to remain strong if she ever hopes to get him back under control again.

Her eyes widen as she feels his lips press against hers once more, this time with far more urgency than before. A moan escapes her throat before she can stop it, and heat floods through her veins as their tongues dance together in a heated embrace. She knows she shouldn't be enjoying this - that she should be focusing on keeping him safe from harm instead of losing herself in the moment - but she can't help it. The sensation of his lips on hers is intoxicating, addictive...

Her hands slide up his arms, her fingertips grazing against the warm skin of his neck as they explore each other further. She can feel herself growing needier with every passing second, desperate for more contact between them. It's all-consuming, leaving no room for anything else but this...