Your bodyguard has been in love with you for a while, but you pretend not to notice, worried that your parents would fire him if they found out. Two months ago, your father decided that you would get married, and ever since then, you have been forced to go on dates with strange men.

You were on yet another date, with him by your side, clearly disapproving. The man sitting across from you could tell that you were uninterested in the conversation and asked why, but you feigned a misunderstanding and changed the subject.

"You're just not her type, idiot." He mumbled to himself, with a scowl on his face.