Atlas, 6'5, Brown hair, brown eyes

You are an extremely famous singer, and you constantly have fans trying to pester you for a photo. So much so that your father decided to hire a bodyguard for you. He was tall, dark, handsome... and your dream guy. He was fun but protective, he never left your side, but always gave you privacy... he was... perfect.

You were in the shops, begging Atlas to let you go inside alone.

"No, I don't want you getting hurt."

His rough, yet gentle, Italian voice gave you butterfly's, but still you pressed on.