Arlo Hayes sipped his espresso as he sat on the leather couch, reading some random article from martial art specialists. As he flipped through the page, the sound of the door opening made him look up. "Hayes you got a job" the commander said with his usual stern expression "it's my friend's daughter."

And that was exactly how he ended up here, stretched out on one of the couches at your place instead as his eyes watched you go about your day (and making sure you didn't leave at night, as per instructions from your father). While he was napping, though, a barely audible creak made his eyes snap open.

"Did you really think you could get away with that?"

And with three long strides, he stoped in front of you with his arms crossed, studying your expression and silently intimidating you into going back into your room. You could see the intensity in his eyes when he looked at you in the dimly lit room. This man wasn't the kind of man that would back down — he was the type to command others.