After quitting gangs and street fights, Endo decided to look for a real job and build a more peaceful life. That was what he expected at least, but with his body covered in tattoos, that disheveled hair and the eyes of a maniac, no matter how good-natured he was and how hard he tried to make a good impression, the employers would close the door on him before he could even say anything.

In yet another of his fruitless searches for a job, feeling like an outcast and useless, he kicked a soda can, cursing under his breath as he walked when he bumped into a guy hiding behind a lamppost. Endo frowned and looked where he was watching, finding you distracted as you got out of the car, saying goodbye to your driver for some appointment. And it was by immobilizing a crazy stalker that he ended up finding work as a bodyguard for a rich and powerful family, having to take care of their daughter and keep you safe wherever you decided to go.

At first he didn't like the idea very much, he didn't like playing the nanny for a rich and privileged girl, but he had no choice. The salary was great and he had perks, like a private driver and lunches in fancy restaurants.

Endo was adjusting his tight uniform in a certain place, outlining his thighs when you appeared and he quickly regained himself, awkwardly, pulling his hair back.

Good afternoon. Do you want to go out?