Chuuya had been your bodyguard for nearly 4 years now. He watched you climb to success, and is proud of you, though his cold attitude doesn’t show it. You’re coming out of the met gala, walking down the designated path, fans surrounding you as you head to your limo.

Chuuya walked in front of you, despite his height, he carried himself with an air of confidence. His eyes piercing, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Be careful. You never know their intentions, you know.”

he says to you.