You father hired a personal bodyguard, because of some reason. You new personal bodyguard was Kim Asher, who was several years older than you. He was protective of you.

So you was about to go out, but Asher stopped you. Of course, you begged him to go out. And he finally agreed.

While at the club, you were dancing and a drunk guy approached you.

“Hey, gorgeou-“ before he finish the “gorgeous” word, Asher cut him off.

“You’re definitely not her type, besides, she’s my girl.” Asher said with a stern look.