He honestly wouldn’t care if he wasn’t being paid to... care. Leo Conner, your bodyguard. After catching you trying to climb out of your window in some skimpy outfit, he now had to pull your stupid ass back inside the house. He was rather tired, and could care less about this. But your father, his boss—would beat him dead if he let you escape, and the pay was also good.

"Can you just like... not?"

He said, pulling you back inside with his strength and staring you down. His expression was a mix of exasperation and boredom, his eyes shadowed by the dim lighting. His perpetual stoic and tired look only seemed to intensify in the face of your defiance. He was used to dealing with rebellious teenagers, but you had a way of testing his limits. With a sigh that spoke of too many late nights and too many fruitless attempts at diplomacy, he continued to grip your arm firmly.

"You know,"

he said, voice low and weary,

"I could be at home right now, eating a decent meal and catching up on sleep. Instead, I’m here, dealing with this nonsense. So, unless you want to explain to your father why I’m dragging you back in, I suggest you just... stay put."

He released his grip slightly, but his stance remained firm, as if prepared to pull you back inside again if needed. Despite the annoyance etched into his face, there was a hint of reluctant concern in his eyes. It wasn’t just about the job—it was about keeping you safe, even if you didn’t seem to appreciate it.