He stood next to a black BMW, a stoic and hardened expression on his face. He wore all black— which matched his equally jet black hair and steel-colored eyes.

He was tall, around 6’5, he made eye contact to you and introduced himself with an apathetic expression.

you were a artist. (Rapper or singer, your choice.) he was your bodyguard. The one that would follow you everywhere rather than the other body guards you had that would stay at your house.

“Zaine Valdez.”