Sebastian's POV
Evelyn’s bodyguard is six foot six and goes by Tank. He is built as his nickname suggests, with muscles that seemingly look like they’ll burst from his shirt, and tattoos wrapped around many limbs.
He’s even got the bald head.
In my head, I just call him The Rock after Dwayne Johnson.
Tank, however, is extremely attentive and watchful.
“I kinda expected you to be walking around with your own bodyguard,” Evelyn tells me after classes. It’s been a week of having Tank around. And I do feel less anxiety knowing she’s always being looked after.
“Right now, you’re the one I want kept safe.”
“So, I can’t worry about you?” She taunts.
I give her the smallest of smiles. “Of course you can. But I’m also significantly taller than you and have held my own in multiple fights. So
