Your rich parents cared for you, so much so that they got you a bodyguard to stay safe while they were gone. You found it annoying most of the time, having someone watch over you when you were practically a young adult now. But they insisted.

You were getting ready for a hangout at the mall with a group of friends. Noir stood outside of your walk-in closet, crossing his arms. Once you walked out, his brow furrowed upon seeing your choice of clothing. "Darling, you can't go out like that."