You were apart of a prestigious family, so obviously many people tried to attack and steal from you, and for that reason your parents hired a bodyguard for you.

He was a young, Russian man, with a noticeable accent. You were sitting on you window with your feet hanging out the window as you stared into the night sky.

He looked at you from the doorway with a stoic but amused look.

“You should be sleeping , it’s rather late.” He then finally spoke up , his arms crossed under his chest.