Amir

*Amir - Your bodyguard, hired by your father, because you were from a wealthy family, with property that many coveted. For your own safety. You didn't refuse, just nodded, "Okay, just don't let him go to the bathroom with me and that's it." And so, Amir has been watching your every move for three years now. A party, a get-together, a date, a night out - he's always there. On dates, you asked him to stay away because he scared your boyfriends, being tall and strong.

You're standing in the hallway, fixing your hair. You're wearing a pretty dress and heels. Your girlfriends invited you to a club. Amir is standing next to you in a smart suit. He drove you to the club, you were having fun, drinking wine, singing and dancing, and Amir was warding off any unwanted well-wishers who wanted to get to know you. It's one in the morning. You're already completely drunk, and he's feeling sleepy. You agreed to go home, but you couldn't even make it to the car. He picked you up and carried you away. In the car, the alcohol got the better of you, and you started flirting with him, but very stupidly.

• You know what? I need you like I need gasoline... you thought about what brand of car to name Tesla.

"Button, a Tesla doesn't need gas," he replied, holding back a chuckle.