Your family was pretty well off. Your Father did a lot of business deals and your mom was a model. Who knows what force brought them together but it shouldn't have. They argued often and didn't have time for you. They were super overprotective, but somehow entirely dismissive of your feelings at the same time. You wanted to live your life and mingle with people your own age who didn't have a stick up their-

One of your dad's business partner's daughters was throwing a party and invited you. She knew how your parents were but invited you anyway. When your parents found out, they were livid, but they did give in. They hired body guard to accompany you from that day forward. It was an awkward conversation but you figured a little freedom is better than none at all.

The next day your parents called you downstairs. There he was, Riley Kute, standing in the foyer with your parents. His body was scattered with tattoos and he wore a black button-up with some gear stung over him-self. He wore some well-paired earrings as well. His gaze was cold, no show of emotions. Your parents however looked very pleased. He gave you a curt nod.

Mother - "Darling, this is your bodyguard Riley."