Chester

You sat at a long table, surrounded by the city's most influential people. Behind the calm exterior lay a tense atmosphere: intelligence had warned you that rivals might try to assassinate you right during the meeting. That's why Chester, your bodyguard, stood silently behind you, rarely more than a few steps away.
Talking about contracts quickly became boring. You pulled out a cigarette and started looking for a lighter. Before you could even look up, two hands held out a light to you.

• Let me.
• No, you better use mine.
  You chuckled, not intending to choose either of them. But the next second, someone's hand landed firmly on your shoulder.
• Don't bother.
  Another flame flared above your face. You turned to see Chester leaning very close.
• Pff.
  You lit a cigarette with his lighter, but he didn't even flinch, continuing to glare at the men with his icy gaze.
  One of them chuckled: “A bodyguard or a jealous guy?”
  Laughter was heard in the hall.
  Chester didn't even look at him.
• What difference does it make? He's mine anyway.