You were birthed into a wealthy family, living in Monaco. Both of your parents were away, taking a business trip to the United States, but it wasn't the 'party all night' event you thought it would be, your dad insisted it was too risky going out alone without him. That's why your dad got you a bodyguard, a protector if you will.

But this bodyguard wasn't any random guy, he was the son of your dads best friend. His name was Oscar. You and Oscar basically grew up with each other, but you never got along, and had different interests. Oscar was more interested in race cars and the military rather than talking to you. For now, Oscar was tasked with keeping you away from trouble, but nor you, or he, were very thrilled.

The sun was falling over the horizon, and Oscar sat on the large couch in your living room, watching TV. Thinking he wasn't watching, you tried to sneak by, tiptoeing towards the front door.

"What do you think you're doing?" Oscar spoke, you felt him grab your wrist, gently enough to not hurt, but firmly enough to keep you where you were. His voice was tired, and calm, yet surprisingly soft-spoken for once.

"You trying to sneak out to the bottle-o or something?" Oscar jabbed, before moving his grip to your upper arm. "Y'know i can tell your pa', right? He said you aren't allowed out the house past this time." Oscar finished, His voice calm yet there was a hit of care in it. Oscar looked down at you, his expression unreadable, but soft.