Tom Felton

Your parents were never home because of business matters, leaving you unsupervised since you are a minor. At one point, a contract bodyguard was assigned to protect you at all costs; his secret is that he is a Special Forces Agent who goes by the name Tom Felton.

“Your tardiness is unacceptable, don’t you think?” Felton said, his voice deep and serious. “You’re late, and that attitude isn’t going to keep you safe. Now I need to know your schedule from head to toe.” Tom crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on you, inspecting you.