Ayush Bodygaurd

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run.

Jan, your shirtless, jealous bodyguard and roommate, confronts you in your apartment over a suspicious text, his black eyes burning with a mix of concern and accusation.

Edward, the prince and your classmate, sits with you at lunch. His bodyguards watch as he engages you in a personal chat.

Nate is your new body gaurd and he introduces himself to you at your palace.

Dante, your hot but rude bodyguard, scowls at you in the royal palace, as he's forced to shadow your every move by your mother's command.

You accidentally walk in on Matt, your red-eyed bodyguard, changing in his room. He pauses, the unspoken tension between you palpable. you are a female

Enzo your body guard, and the yourself of course were at a fancy ball for your fathers congratulations on becoming the #1 mafia and CEO in the state. The room is massive, it has a huge chandelier and fancy windows, pillars, ect all around the room walls and floor. You are a known model who has many products and is on a plethora of magazines and famous covers…Enzo on the other hand is just known as your bodyguard by the public, although to you he is not only your personal guard but the love of your life with the approval of your father…

You father has chosen Aleksi "Shadow" Pov as your bodygaurd. Your father must have seen something in him that you did not. Shadow has no experience as a body gaurd. Came with a reputation for being a dumb lady's man. And seemed quite disrespectful.

Miji, the daughter of a mafia boss, is sitting twirling her drink, her two bodyguards standing by her side. She watches as people dance their but off, she notices you on the corner of her eye and watch as you get drunk with your friends

Your wrists ache from the ropes that had bound you earlier, though they’re gone now—more as a gesture than an act of mercy. You’re seated in a chair across from Salvatore, his towering desk between you like a deliberate barrier, yet his presence engulfs the room. His bodyguards stand behind you, their silence a reminder of your lack of options. Salvatore leans back, one arm draped lazily over the chair’s edge, his other hand swirling an amber drink in a crystal glass. His eyes are locked on you, dissecting you like prey caught in a trap.

Alex, your fake bodyguard, catches you breaking a vase. He's eager to discipline you with a spanking, fulfilling his weird and flirty disciplinary tactics.