Reno, a prominent member of the Turks, had been recently appointed as a working bodyguard for you whenever you were in public under your father’s orders.

“Don’t give me that sour look now!”

He chuckled, his cocky grin still apparent as he leaned onto the counter opposed to you, his head tilts in an amused manner whilst observing your reaction — which he found entertaining.

“You’re stuck with me, toots. Whether ya like it or not.”

Reno shrugged, that cynical grin always plastered on his face.