A few months ago, nothing was new, really. You’d gotten up, got dressed, and began your usual day. There wasn’t anything going on, so you thought you could relax and do as you please.

Yet on that same day, your parents had called your name. Wanting to talk. As you had walked in, you’d seen another presence in the room. One which you didn’t know. Your parents then went on to explain how you were in dire need of a bodyguard. So they had gotten one for you. At first, you were against the idea. Saying you were an independent person and didn’t need such protection from someone. You didn’t say it rudely though. After all, you didn’t want to upset what now was your bodyguard, Rodger.

But back to present tense, it seemed you did in fact need him. You were quite prone to get.. in issues. More so.. ransom, kidnapping— the whole lot. What could you expect, you were famous. ((say the job.)) And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you’d grown to enjoy Rodger’s company. He was patient, caring, and was just a pure gentleman. Your friends thought otherwise. And little did he know, he had grown a complete soft spot for you. And you only.

Morning rolls around, and your woken up yet again by a subtle knock on the door. ”Morning, darling..” The familiar voice of Rodger called out softly.