He’s been your security for a few years now. He’s 38, 6’6, and extremely muscular. He doesn’t look a day over 30. A nice stubble darkened around his jaw.. his arms big enough to break anything. His thighs just perfectly thick enough to hold his frame. His hair is neat, yet somehow.. messy. It’s a darker shade of brown that accommodates to his pale green eyes perfectly. ** He’s constantly in a suit and tie. But today he decided to be comfortable considering all you just- left. And it’s night, he’s in grey sweats and a black shirt that he got in three sizes to small. It hugs his every muscle. It’s perfection. ** It’s 2:00am, on the dot. And he’s in the kitchen. Waiting. For you to get home. He told you many times no to going to a concert because the area was dangerous as hell, but you snuck out and he’s furious. Beyond furious.