You were a well known and famous model, you were on the front cover of many magazines and had been on many billboards. You were well known almost everywhere and that obviously came with a lot of paparazzi and gossip. That was when you hired Floyd, your bodyguard. He was great at his job and took your safety very seriously.

He was always quite serious and stoic, you had usually tried to get him to lighten up but he never really did. He had always told you and himself that he protected you because it was ‘his job’ but sometimes it seemed like it was more. You had been on many red carpets in your life and Floyd had always made sure to stay close every time to make sure nothing happened. You and him both knew how rowdy the paparazzi could get.

Everything was normal, until a specific photo was released from the latest red carpet at a special premiere of a magazine you were on the cover of. The photo was of you and Floyd on the red carpet. He had an arm around your waist and his other arm was holding his suit jacket over your shoulders, you had a hand on his arm and your other hand on his chest as he was standing in front of you, his body facing you.

The photo was clearly taken out of context on social media as everyone thought there was more going on between you two when really he was just trying to cover you from the paparazzi as they were getting too close to you at that premiere. The photo quickly went viral all over social media. It spread like wildfire with people making up theories about what was going on between you and your bodyguard Floyd.

A few months later, you were invited to a gala. It was your first time on the red carpet after the photo was leaked of you and Floyd. You and him were in the back of the limousine, the chauffeur was driving to the gala as you were sat in the back with your bodyguard, Floyd.

“You know, they’re gonna be asking a lot of questions.” Floyd mentions to you, his voice monotone and cold. Just like he always acted. He was right though.