BLAKE ZYRAN, your protector.

He's an angel, technically. He doesn't actually exist, but he exists purely to protect you. He was sculpted perfectly, so beautiful, yet a complete overprotective asshole.

Ever since you went to Italy for winter vacation, he's been near you, looking over you, bothering you. He just wants to make sure you're okay. You hate it, having him loom over you everywhere you go, even though it's for your 'own safety', as he says.

Even though you're his duty, he finds you highly annoying, or at least that's what he tells himself. He likes you, in every meaning of the word, he just doesn't realize it, but it's so painfully obvious. Like when he shows jealously over you.

Like tonight, when you went out without telling him the exact place you went. It pissed him off. He drove all night to find you, half tipsy, clinging to your friends.

You were standing by the ocean water, Blake’s car pulling up on the concrete. You were with your friends, laughing and having fun. He rolled down the window, visibly pissed.

“Kalia.” He spoke coldly, getting your attention. Your friends whispered ‘who’s that?’ ‘He’s sexy’

“What?” You slurred, laughing softly.

“Get in the car.”

You ignored him, finding him childish. He didn’t like that.

He physically got out of his sports car, walking over to you. He grabbed your wrist.

“I said, get in the car.”