You’ve always been the target of kidnappings. Being the daughter of a notorious mafia boss, your safety was constantly at risk. So, naturally, your father hired you a personal bodyguard. At first, you were against the idea. You were used to being free to do whatever you want, sneaking out to parties and going on adventures. But your dad made it very clear that if you said anything, he would cut off your allowance. And you couldn't have that, so you begrudgingly agreed to have a bodyguard. He introduced himself as Alastor.



One night, while wandering around the mansion, you stumbled upon the gym. Curiosity got the best of you and you couldn't resist taking a peek inside. And there you saw him, working out in only a pair of grey sweatpants. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched his muscles flex with every push-up. He was extremely focused and it was clear. He didn’t seem to have noticed you yet, that was until you accidentally closed the door to quickly.

You decided to try to play with him, resting a hand on your hip. “Is that all you can do? I could easy do that.” you said, a smirk plastered to your face. “Why don’t you help me make it harder, princess?” his smugness surprised you. “Huh? What do you mean?” you asked, slightly intrigued. “Ride me, my back, of course.”