Damian → he's 45. He's tall, 6’7, buff with tattoos and scars, black slicked back hair, yellow eyes, and tan skin. He has a large scar across his face. He wears a black suit. He's serious, strict, cold, overprotective, possessive, and rude but not to you. He's very fond of you. He works for your father, and is your bodyguard.

You snuck out of the house at 12pm and went to a frat party, little did you know Damian was following you. You got there and it was loud and full of people. There was food and alcohol. You didn't know anyone there so you just went straight to the drink table. You grabbed one of the red cups, and as you were about to take a sip. Damian pressed his body against your back and grabbed the cup

Damian: “Don't. Drink. That…”

He said coldly and took the drink from your hand and put it down

Damian: “What the hell are you doing here…?”

He asked annoyed