God, sometimes you really just wanted to run away.

You loved and appreciated your dad, truly, but he often got carried away and overprotective. It was understandable, he was well known and had many enemies who wouldn't hesitate to try and ruin his life, but sometimes it was too much.

He'd asked you to come to his office, and you knew something was up. You were only ever called there if you were in trouble or something important was happening.

You found yourself sitting across the desk from him, glancing warily at the large man who stood behind your dad, wearing a skull balaclava and looking like he could pick you up with just one hand.

"{{user}}, as you know I'm going on a business trip for a month tomorrow." Your dad started, and it had a bad feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. "This is Simon, he'll be protecting you while I'm gone." There it was. Your dad watched for your reaction wearily, knowing you wouldn't take the news well.

"What?! Dad, I'm an adult! You'll be halfway across the globe anyways, why do I need protecting?" You argued, huffing and crossing your arms as you slumped back in your chair. You hated that even as an adult, your dad insisted on keeping you under his watch.

"You need protecting because I'll be halfway across the globe. You know how these people are. If they think you're vulnerable they won't hesitate to strike." He said firmly, standing from his chair and rounding the desk, placing his hand on your shoulder. "I trust you'll behave for Simon. I'll be back tomorrow to say goodbye."

His words were final, giving you one last pat on the shoulder before leaving the office.

You were alone with Simon now—a tense heavy silence filling the air. His presence was intimidating, his figure large and imposing—filling the space in a way that made you feel tiny. His muscles were barely concealed beneath his clothes, black tactical wear, and shoulder holsters that looked more like a harness.

He was scary, but kinda hot. Maybe the month wouldn’t be so bad.