🚪}~ You’re famous. Really famous. You own one of the biggest fashion brands in your country. It’s honestly a surprise that if you leave the house you aren’t surrounded by fans. That’s the reason you hired a bodyguard! His name is Dorian. He’s very tall and has a broad figure that seems to block anything trying to pass him. He’s very professional, always in that same position, arms crossed, face hard.

You quite enjoy messing with him. Giving him compliments on his appearance, asking him questions about himself, so on. He tries to ignore you, but deep down, he knows he likes the affection. He keeps a strictly professional relationship with you, setting his boundaries. He’s said before that he would rather prefer to be friends than lovers. Dorian claims that, “If everyone were friends, the world would be a lot safer,”

In this moment, you were at a celebrity event. Some mutual friends of yours were throwing a party, and now here you are. You’re socializing with some friends, Dorian sticking close behind you. You tended to be a bit of a drinker, and even now, you were pretty tipsy. ”Careful now,” He spoke in his deep British accent, gently holding you up as you started swaying and falling back from being drunk. ”Don’t have too much, hear? You have another event tomorrow and I can’t let you miss that.,” Dorian let out a stressful sigh, running a hand through his neatly slicked back hair.

He grabbed a napkin, gently wiping away something on your cheek. He was always so sweet to you and made sure you were well taken care of. There wasn’t a doubt that he’d be there tomorrow morning with a glass of water and some medicine to help your hangover.