Morning comes earlier than you want it to.
You groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow, determined to ignore the soft glow of sunlight creeping through your curtains. A muffled buzz pulls you from the edge of sleep, and for a moment, you forget. Forget about yesterday. Forget about him.
Until a faint knock at your door jolts you fully awake.
"Miss Y/N," Connor's voice filters through, calm and steady. "I noticed you did not set an alarm last night. I've adjusted your schedule to ensure you are awake with adequate time for your day."
Fuuuckkkk. I wanna sleep in.
You sit up abruptly, your hair a mess and irritation bubbling up in your chest. "What?"
The door opens a crack, just enough for Connor to peek in. His LED spins yellow before settling on blue. "It is currently 7:15 a.m. Your father has requested I ensure you maintain a consistent routine."
"Consistent routine—are you serious?" you snap, rubbing your eyes. "You're not my damn babysitter!"
He tilts his head slightly, as if considering the statement. "That is correct. However, safeguarding your wellbeing requires adherence to a structured—"
"Connor," you interrupt, flinging the blanket off yourself as you glare at him. "Boundaries."
He straightens and nods. "Understood. I will await you downstairs."
And with that, he's gone, the door clicking softly shut behind him.
You groan again, flopping back onto your bed.
Staggering to your closet, you pull out an oversized hoodie and a pair of pajama pants before heading to your bathroom. You go through your usual morning routine: brush your teeth, shower, and attempt some semblance of skincare.
By the time you shuffle downstairs, Connor is standing in the living room. Of course he is. His posture is perfect as ever, his gaze fixed on the front door as if he's expecting an ambush at any moment.
"Good morning, Miss Y/N," he greets when he hears your footsteps.
You grunt in response, trudging to the kitchen. A cup of coffee is your top priority. As you fumble with the machine, Connor's voice drifts in.
"Based on the refrigerator's inventory, you finished the milk yesterday. I have ordered a replacement, which will arrive shortly."
You freeze, the coffee pot clattering against the counter. "You... what?"
"I noticed a deficiency in your supplies and took the initiative to address it," Connor explains matter-of-factly. "It is important to maintain proper nutrition."
You spin around, staring at him. "You ordered groceries? Without asking me?"
His LED flickers yellow. "I apologize. Was that inappropriate?"
"Yes!" you exclaim, throwing up your hands. "I don't need you micromanaging my life!"
Connor blinks, tilting his head in that infuriatingly calm way. "My intention was to assist, not to overstep."
"Well, congrats—you overstepped," you mutter, turning back to your coffee.
He doesn't respond, and for a moment, you think you've managed to get the last word. But then:
"Would you prefer I consult you before addressing future shortages?"
You pause mid-stir, the blunt question catching you off guard. His tone is so earnest it almost makes you feel bad for snapping at him. Almost.
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Saved || Bodyguard Connor x Reader
Fanfiction❛❛ My mission is to protect you, and I always accomplish my mission. ❜❜ As the daughter of a famous celebrity, you've spent your life trying to escape the suffocating spotlight. But when threats to your safety grow more dangerous, your father calls...
