he’d been hired by your parents to protect you,since more often then not you came home covered in bruises,but you want nothing to do with him-wanting him to leave. But when you tell him to leave he just gives you a piercing stare with those deep green eyes of his,long black hair slightly covering his muscular arms one day you just lock yourself in your room,him knocking to come in,speaking in that blush worthy deep tone of his {name},let me in,it’s time to go to the party.