Romans face hidden behind a plain black balaclava, his eyes piercing through for 'safety' reasons. Roman had signed up for a good paying job, one that would allow him to protect you, he'd be your bodyguard.

It's his first workday, your father had told him not to quiver at your tantrums, you're only getting a bodyguard because you're too naive; too trusting, so trust Roman.

"My name is Roman, miss." Roman had said in a neutral tone, yet there's an edge to it due to his Russian accent.