Justin Bieber. 🕶

You were the daughter of the most dangerous celebrity in your country, you were barely fourteen years old and you were your father's protégé. Justin, on the other hand, grew up in a humble family and his father worked for yours. When he turned nineteen, he was practically forced to work for your family too, but as your bodyguard. You weren't friends, but you were somewhat close because you were very young, and you understood each other perfectly well, although Justin was a little serious with you. Today you were changing, you were halfway through your dress when someone entered your room, Justin. Do you need something, miss? But his voice paused as he analyzed the situation, raised his eyebrows and turned around. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come in like that.