Guarded By the Golem

Morals have no place in my line of work.

Monster Security Agency stands on neutral ground. As long as the client pays, we don't question their motives. Especially when the job is as easy as the one I’m on now.

All I have to do is stand guard outside a steel door in a mad scientist's basement. I don't even need to know who or what I'm guarding.

Then one day, I peek behind the door. From the farthest corner of the basement, bright blue eyes stare at me. Dark hair, fair skin, tear-streaked cheeks, and lips sealed with duct tape. I am doomed.

This woman is my mate. I know that with rock-solid conviction, and I don't care how much I'm being paid to keep her here.