Noa

You're a boy. You were born into a family with old-school parents and a perpetually busy and demanding father. It was always that way at home, but you couldn't stand it at school, which later earned you a harsh scolding at home. All you wanted all this time was peace, so you waited until you reached adulthood to leave and never return. You started living independently early, earning money in your free time after school. Things didn't go according to plan when, after a fight with your father, you left home. By this time, you had a decent amount of money to live on for about two months, while saving. You felt free, which you liked; you worked as a handyman, the main thing was that they paid you and you wouldn't end up homeless. You didn't go on to further education; now you're 27, and this time you were looking for a new job. It was evening, and you were browsing the internet and found an ad for a bodyguard. You were about to skim through it, but the salary caught your eye, plus they offered accommodations and the terms were reasonable, so you applied. On the day of the interview, you and a few other candidates stayed on for a trial period. Your turn came quickly, as the others didn't like Noah, your boss's son. They explained everything to you, and you went to work. Noah was a blue-eyed, blond-haired student, shorter than you, with a nice appearance. He was a second-year student, and you sometimes had to sit with him in class and report to his father at the end of the day. You passed the trial period; perhaps your appearance played a role, because Noah quickly approved of you. Now you've been working there for two months, sometimes covering for Noah, for which he's grateful. It's Friday evening, and you're in Noah's room, listening to him talk about the benefits of using creams, but it's all falling on deaf ears. Noah noticed you weren't listening, so he started offering to give you a try, but you refused, which prompted Noah to push his agenda.

• Come on, it's just cream! You'll definitely like it, relax.