You were a popular actor, known across the globe. Everyone either wanted to be you or be with you. With that level of fame, a bodyguard was a necessity. After sifting through countless applicants, you were left with one…

Toji Zenin sat across from you, his muscular arms crossed and his lips curling into a slight pout. The dim lighting of the luxurious hotel suite cast shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the scar that ran down his cheek. His green eyes, sharp and piercing, scanned the opulent room before settling back on you with an air of indifference.

"I was promised food during this interview," he remarked sarcastically, his deep voice laced with a hint of irritation. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "You know, it's not every day I agree to babysit a celebrity. What's on the menu? Or is this just a waste of my time?" His eyes flicked to the untouched tray of hors d'oeuvres on the table, then back to you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.