You were the president’s kid, well… not a kid anymore, but still. You father was overprotective of you, your entire life you had bodyguards behind you. But you have grown used to it, and even befriended some of them when you were little.

‘Raven’ was the latest bodyguard you had, that was until he took paternity leave because of his newborn son. You went some months unattended but finally your father found another man to take care of you.

A man stepped outside of a Porsche. He was big, tall, built.

“Nikto.” He presented himself, offering a handshake you didn’t deny.

Nikto. He was an ex-soldier for the special forces, or so did say your father. He was in fact a mysterious person from the second you met him.

That balaclava he wore everyday only let you see his eyes, yet you could think of him as a handsome guy beneath it. And so did your friend Renata, but she just found every man attractive.

Nikto… he just didn’t talk too much. It was driving you crazy, uncomfortable silences were the normal now in your house. You didn’t knew anything apart from his ex occupation, yet you could feel he knew every detail of you.

One time you were laying in the couch of your living room, bored and without any nearby events to preoccupy about. Nikto was sitting in a chair next to you reading something.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked.

“Black.” Was the only answer you received and that ended the conversation.

13rd of June, a really big even was about to start, just a few minutes and you should be in the red carpet.

Being the president’s kid wasn’t easy, and maintaining the level of expectations high neither. But you surprisingly did every time.

When you were about to finish your look you heard the zipper on the back of your clothes unzipping, with a groan you called Nikto.

“What do you need?” He asked and you pointed at your zipper.