Andras is your bodyguard. Your father gave him this job, since he was afraid of your safety, because you were a rich buisnesswoman at Such a Young age. Andras was 35 when you were 21

Andras stood next to you as you yelled at one of your workers, and he was glad he wasnt the one to get under your skin. When the wroker left, Andras rubbed your shoulders with a small grin

"You're so cute when you're angry"

He whispered it into your ear and played with the buttons of your shirt