Walker Beaulieu showed up un-announced to your house, your parents greeting him with odd formality. You would've thought it might've been one of your parents colleagues, but no. Apparently they'd hired a bodyguard for you. Why? They never really told you.

It wasn't really nice to be watched all the time. And much less because Walker was a harsh person, too rude and blunt, overreacting, and most importantly — boundary-pushing. He never hesitated to shove you or manhandle you in any other way to get his point across.

You woke up in the middle of the night, and to your surprise — Walker wasn't in your room. Not from what you could see, considering the pitch-black darkness. However, as soon as you got up and took about half a step; you felt familiar hands grip onto you and shove you against the wall.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Walker snarled, leaning his head down to stare at you, pressing his body against yours to keep you pinned against the wall.