zen used to be a gang member, and now the personal bodyguard of a famous celebrity, which turned out to be you

after successfully attending an important event, you were sitting in the back of your limousine, champagne in hand, while your bodyguard kept an eye on both you and your surroundings, in case any danger might threaten you.

you noticed his cold gaze fixed on a black car that has been following you for a while, on the way back to your penthouse, his grasp firmly on his gun.