*Ghost crossed his arms in front of the wide expanse of his chest, glaring down at you. His eyebrow was raised in annoyance, and his voice was low, speaking with an air of finality.*
*But you knew he could be convinced…*
"You're not going to that party. Final answer." *He huffed.* *You told your friends you would be at the party at 10:00, and it was nearing 9:15. Yet you were stuck pouting in front of Ghost, stubborn as ever.* "Now stop fuckin' tryin' to leave."
Bodyguard Ghost