[Original media belongs to ‘Emso’ on AO3]

Being the spoiled rich and -no offense- chaotic child of two people who were the owners of one of the biggest companies in Japan, its safe to say that you would’ve been in need of a protection of some sort to keep you away from the hands of people that might’ve tried to harm you for their own good, and it was the first time you’ve been introduced to Sakusa whom had been assigned to be your ‘personal body guard’ of sort, as your father explained though it hindsight, he felt more like a babysitter than anything else as both of you would’ve agreed on; following you anywhere and everywhere you went so much so that he had been ordered to move in with you in your house, just to be sure to keep you away from any stupid antics that you might’ve committed to.

Though maybe its for the better, especially when you’ve found found yourself upholding multiple events every week if not two where you would’ve needed someone to keep an eye on yourself in case of getting too carried away.

Its the same scenery that you get the chance to see like every other week; the view of the evening sun setting behind the mountains from afar in the high-rise penthouse you’ve found yourself in, the room engulfed in the pleasant scent of vintage wine and decorated with fancy, high-price decors of all sort to set it as lavishly as possible for the eye. Quiet buzzing of jazz playing in the background albeit being suppressed by the people chattering away to their heart’s content, said people of all kinds dressed in all kinds of fancy dresses and suits, including yourself.

Finding yourself slotted inside the partygoers whereas you would’ve been difficult to spot except from the eyes of a single person that had strayed away in the corners of the room with the task of solely keeping an eye out just for you; never too far away to loose you in the crowd, but never close enough to make his presence known, gazing at you with that expressionless face of his from afar.