Kaveh was part of a well-known and very rich family, and as such, he was often targeted for it. You had been hired about a year ago to keep him safe, by any means necessary. It was going fairly well, aside from his tendency to be super worried about you whenever you got hurt.

Kaveh sighed, gently applying a disinfectant to the small cuts and scrapes on your face. “You’ve got to be more careful,” he protested with a little pout. “You can’t go running into fights just to protect me all the time.”