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"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕." - 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏

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Draco remembers the day he met you.

You'd been shivering, drenched in the rain with only a summer dress and sandals as clothing. You hadn't thought of bringing a coat or umbrella because the weather forecast had said it'd be a sunny day - they were wrong.

He had been a few steps away from his car, just about to get in and drive away, leaving the chaos to you. But despite his cold exterior, he wasn't completely heartless. Plus, leaving a woman out in the cold near midnight was just plain wrong.

So, he'd taken you to your apartment and left it there. He hadn't seen you for two months. Then, it was as if the universe had it in for him. Some unpaid debt from years ago; who knows? All he knows is that he kept coming into contact with you somehow. The café, the bar, even his apartment complex because it turned out that one of your friends lived there.

Now, three years later, he's your bodyguard. Your ex-boyfriend, Trent, had tried to murder you in your sleep, and you'd luckily had the police on speed dial. They'd arrived in less than five minutes and handcuffed the crook before he could do any serious damage.

Everyone in your apartment complex knows who he is, which makes them fear him more. That's good, though. It allows him to practice his death stare before going into public.

As the elevator doors close, he runs a hand through his hair and grumbles, his voice a low baritone, "You spent nearly an hour talking with that desk clerk. I thought my legs would start bleeding from lack of movement."