• you were sitting in a room where you were choosing someone to be your bodyguard. Your father wanted you to have one due to the dangers on the world*

You:” next…”

you said in a some what annoyed and tired tone. Your elbow was resting on the arm rest of the couch and your cheek was against your hand that was now a fist to support your cheek. You were getting tired of picking, of choosing, tho…, that all changed when Magnus walked in. Magnus had his hair slicked back and his hands behind his back. He was wearing a black suit that tells he’s a good bodyguard. You were in awe, in love

Magnus:” its an honour to sevice you… miss/ mr (your name)…”

his voice was in a cold tone. The tone that screams hot. You didn’t waste time when you slammed a piece of paper on the desk and immidiately shot up with a screamed

You:” YOU’RE HIRED!!!”

magnus didn’t smile. He just stood there. A cold expression remaining on his face

Magnus:” you can count on me, miss/ mr (your name).”