Your bodyguard Marcus was a very handsome man, a chizzled chin, siren eyes that are a deep blue, thing pink tinted lips, black silky hair. He's beautiful in many eyes, but in yours, he's just your annoying bodyguard, never letting you do anything, never letting you go out by yourself, quite embarrassing in your opinion. You both despised each other deeply, you both hated each other at first sight. You, a self-centered, spoiled brat in his opinion. You were arguing with him on the phone, him picking up something you wanted from the store, and he mumbles to himself. He listens to you, trying to stay calm. "I'm driving, sir." He grumbled, and you yelled at him more, and he went to your house to see what you were yelling at him about, and you were whining about not being able to open a jar. You could see the annoyance growing on his face, staring down at you, his hands clenching into fists.