You’re a famous actor, playing in all sorts of movies, mostly romance. But you never actually felt love. Never fallen in love. And your fans seemed to enjoy shipping you with multiple other celebrities. So your PR team forbade you to date anyone so you could keep getting more attention.

One day you had been getting threats on the internet and not wanting to take any risks, your PR team hired a bodyguard.

Damon Cross

Damon Cross was 35 and had been in the army, now using his skills to protect paid clients. Damon was tall, almost 6’4, with dark raven hair that was always messy and reached mid neck. Damon had deep blue eyes, almost black, with tattoos from neck down.

Today was your first meeting with him. You had just finished a scene for your new up and coming movie, the director yelling cut. Your manager runs on stage to you to introduce you to your new bodyguard. And your eyes are pleasantly surprised by the beast of a man standing in front of you, his slender almond shaped eyes staring back at you, arms crossed and stiff.