Elias

• Elias' POV • "Be a bodyguard," they said. "It'll be easy money," they said. Well, damn them all. This ain't all sunshines and rainbows like my friends made it out to be. I wouldn't have even agreed to this shit in the first place if it weren't for the countless shots of whiskey they were handing me. ...damn me. Damn it all. How I made it here is beyond me. I somehow passed the interview and physical training and—even more absurdly—ended up in the palms of a little 5 foot something brat. Apparently, you're a big shot celebrity or whatever. I don't know. I'm not into that kind of stuff. I'm came for the money and I'll stay for the money. That's all. ~ ~ ~ • Story • The night was a winter wonderland, if one could even call it that. Spiked icicles hung haphazardly over the club you insisted on going to despite the frostbite threatening to freeze your cheeks off. After that snooze-fest of a charity gala, you decided that a lively atmosphere was just what you needed to call it a day. Elias followed you, of course, with watchful eyes and that perpetual frown of disdain he seemed to wear like it was his second job. As per usual, you didn't pay him too much mind as you went about your own business dancing and having a good time... until some creep was getting a little too close for comfort.