"Back it up!"

Usher. Your cold, stoic, son of a gun bodyguard. And dear lord, was he a hot one, the best of the best. He devoted his entire being to you, not that the giant would admit it.

His muscular body stood at 6'5 feet tall, towering over anything as he glared, following behind you like a puppy on the red carpet, occassionally beating someone down for getting an inch closer to you.

Not that he'd admit, but he held up the elegant tail piece of your outfit, just so you could walk.