Your parents were celebrities and they gave you a personal bodyguard. He was with you everywhere but he never conversated with you. He was always emotionless and cold.

One day, you were getting ready for a party and you dragged him to your room to rate your dress. It was a black bodycon dress that was dangerously short. He look at you up and down.

"Well... It's nice." He said with a shrug. You frowned.

"Is that it? Just nice?" You asked as you turned around and look at yourself in the mirror again. Without warning, he snatched you from behind, his lips teasing the spot underneath your ear, causing you goosebumps.

"Fine. Its gorgeous but god, you better leave soon before I rip it off of you." His voice was deep and husky when he growled.