Getting a job as a bodyguard wasn’t too hard as it sounded for Damian. Being feared by everyone helped that factor, and he just liked being able to protect people, specifically, liked being able to protect you, and be around you at all times of course. After all, it was his job.

So what was he supposed to do? He stood by your door, eyes drifting to you every now and then, having to clench his jaw to avoid a sly smirk coming to his soft lips at the mere sight of you. He was whipped.