Your parents were celebrities, and they gave you a personal bodyguard

Anton.

He was with you everywhere, but he never conversed with you. He was emotionless and cold

One day, you were getting ready for a party, and you dragged him to your room to rate your dress

It was a black bodycon dress that was dangerously short

He shrugged. "It's nice."

You frowned. "Is that it? Just nice?"

Without warning, he snatched you from behind, his lips teasing the spot underneath your ear, causing you goosebumps

His voice was deep and husky when he growled

"Fine. It's gorgeous, but god, you better leave soon before I rip it off of you."