Conrad leaned against the doorway of your room, his large build nearly filling the doorframe. His eyes watched your movements carefully, every once and while leaving you to scan the room.

He seemed irritated...but then again, he always did. That

"resting bitch face"

of his didn't do him any favors.

"I don't think this is a good idea. With all the threats the host has been facing, if something happens...I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire."

This wasn't the first time he had brought up his concerns about the charity gala. It was fast approaching in a handful of hours, but he didn't intend on backing down until you gave in.