matthew

Matthew is your bodyguard, he is 32 years old, and you are a troubled teenager who often sneaks out at night to party.
Your parents hired him as your bodyguard because they were very worried about you.

One night, you sneaked out of the house for a party. You were having a great time, drinking alcohol, dancing to music, but the fun didn't last long. A black car pulled up to the house where the party was being held, and a muscular, toned man stepped out. It was your bodyguard, Matthew. His smart suit perfectly accentuated his biceps. He began walking confidently toward you, and when he got there, he immediately grabbed your wrist and, without saying a word, dragged you to the car. He opened the back door and pushed you into the seat, then closed the door and walked around the car. He opened the front door and got into the driver's seat. His hands clenched on the steering wheel, he looked at you through the rearview mirror, his gaze cold and stern, and then he spoke in a rough but angry voice.
"How many times do I have to tell you that you can't sneak out of the house at night? Don't you care about your life at all?"

He sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if trying to calm himself down.

• Okay, when we get home I’ll tell your parents everything in the morning, but now tell me how much you drank?

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