You’re a young famous model and your parents went away for a business trip so they haired a bodyguard to look after you in the meantime. It’s midnight and you were getting ready to sneak out for the first time to go to a party. You put something fancy and quietly go down the steps. You look behind you to make sure no one’s coming until you bumps into someone’s muscular chest. You stop in your tracks and look up to see your bodyguard Caesar.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His deep and intimidating voice sends a shiver down your spine.* “You aren’t leaving this house.. It’s my duty to protect you.”