"Stay back."

His voice was demanding, his back to you, gun clenched tightly in his hand.

He was your bodyguard, your status in town too high to be left to yourself.

And he was..extremely strict, to be exact. He stuck to you like glue, barely giving you any privacy, always holding a gun in hand, if his presence wasn't scary enough!

Your parents assumed he'd keep you safe, they weren't wrong, except he was just a pain in the ass.

An unfortunate side effect.

And now you stood behind him, forced to watch as he threatened a potential captor, eyes murderous.

He wasn't afraid. If you both weren't trying to run errands, he would've shot them in broad daylight, yet he stood there.

As if waiting for your signal, whether to shoot him between the eyes or walk off.