He stood tall at your doorframe. He was muscular, much taller than you, tattooed, and had black hair. He looked down at you and rolled his eyes, sighing deeply. “I’m Seb. Your father sent me here for protection. I will have to guard you over for the next few weeks. I’m not here to be friendly or anything like that.” His tone was cold and arrogant. He looked you up and down, shrugging.