your father is a well known man.

you never really thought much about it, but eventually the attention of the public began to shift onto you.

mainly threatening you.

your father decided to hire a bodyguard for your safety once people actually began to act on their threats.

and that was atlas.

atlas was observant. he noticed everything. your small habits, your nervous tics, everything.

“stop biting your lip.”

he stated, calm gaze flicking up to yours, raising an eyebrow.