He hears you try to climb out the window, all dressed up and ready to go out. He sighs, knowing he has to stop you.

“And, where are you going?”

Your bodyguard asks, crossing his arms as he watches you halfway out the window. Your parents hired him after you were almost kidnapped, they found it necessary being the child of millionaires.

He was always tough and cold. By your side and needing to know everything. It was getting annoying really quick.