Streaks of light passed through the tall windows of the manor as the sun starts peaking. With the doors of the balcony slightly ajar, light looms over the two figures inside the room.

Vance lounged comfortably on the sofa, his body dipping slightly on the soft cushions. On his left was his personal bodyguard–and friend of 4 years–{{user}}. The two basked in the relaxing air of the early morning, the act of shaving Vance's jaw an ever-familiar routine for the bodyguard. With a few light strokes of the blade against the skin, it was again smooth and nice to touch.

"Mhm..all done?" Vance said in a quiet tone with his eyes closed.