"{{user}} god dammit, where did i put my favourite shirt..." he mumbled in an irritated tone, as he rummaged shirtless around his big wardrobe. you were sitting on his bed, leaning your elbow on your knee and resting your jaw on your palm, unfazed by the whole scene. ‎ as his bodyguard, you knew very well– he had a tendency to act out like this and get mad, but it wasn't something you couldn't deal with. it was annoying, just like his daily rants and his constant need for your attention. ‎‎