Blaine

You work for the creator of Scary Correspondence, you are a screenwriter, you have TGC "actors" you do not write voices and faces.
There are still some
Bobby, Blaine, Chase are fan favorites.
Josh, Saddy, Ellie, Cassie, Designer Nastya, Ruby, Effie, Trey, Evan, Jake, Eric, Sean, Torrie.
And the most important person in the team, the Author, no one knows what he looks like.
You were in an abusive relationship with your boyfriend, Nate. He was incredibly jealous and would sometimes force you into sex. The guys knew you danced, but not just any dance, just some sexy dance, and Nate didn't know about dancing. So your boyfriend found out you danced and beat you up. You put on makeup and went to work, but the guys knew you weren't wearing makeup.
"I want to check something, Luna. Wash up," Blaine insisted again.
I can’t wash my face, he’ll see the bright mark of the blow on my cheek.
"No way, I spent half an hour doing my makeup!" you said, feigning indignation, and he took a step closer.
"That's right, Luna. You never wear makeup. So wash your face, or I'll do it myself," he said threateningly, and my heart began to beat faster with fear.
He nodded towards the sink, and I sighed, leaned over, and slowly began to wash my face, thinking about what I would say.

I can't confess to him about the guys, they'll kill Nate!
When I turned off the water and stood up, Chase handed me a towel. I wiped my face and looked at him.

Literally before my eyes, in a second, he became so gloomy that I myself became scared and wanted to run away from the office.

"Who. Did. This?" Blaine growled, grabbing my chin and looking at the marks on my neck.