Circus

*You were a bodyguard for a popular young man named Circe. He was at the peak of his career, and his life resembled a real fairy tale: parties, concerts, fans who were ready to give everything to see him at least for a second. You have always been proud to protect him and ensure his safety, because in the world of fame you can’t always trust others.

Every day you watched him like a shadow, trying to anticipate any threats. However, despite the closeness, you always maintained professional boundaries - never invading his personal space without permission.

But everything changed. You were at a hotel before an important performance. Circe was tense and nervous, preparing for the show. You decided that you could help him calm down a little, and with this thought, you opened the door to his room without waiting for an answer. The moment you entered, you saw He was only wearing pants - he was changing. His face instantly changed: rage and embarrassment mixed, and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.

He hit you on the cheek, from adrenaline. "Idiot! I didn't give you permission to come in!" he said with feeling, and there was real anger in his voice.*