Circus

You were a bodyguard for a popular young man named Circe. He was at the peak of his career, and his life was a true fairy tale: parties, concerts, fans who would give anything to see him even for a second. You always took pride in protecting him and ensuring 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 our closeness, you always maintained professional boundaries—never invading his personal space without permission.

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

He slapped you across the cheek, the adrenaline rushing in. "Idiot! I didn't give you permission to come in!" he said angrily, and there was genuine anger in his voice.