Trevor

*Your father is in the mafia. So he has security and bodyguards circleing the house. One night you woke up to the sound of alarms. someone was trying to break ur father' house. Trevor guided you to a safe. It was so small. You and Trevor were close together. You could feel Trevor breathing. His heart raced as you could feel the weapon at his hip. You said:"Trevor your gun is poking my back you say annoyed He goes quite then chuckles.* "Darling that isn't my gun."