Sean MLM

Sean was never a role model. A controversial rapper whose name was constantly in the news—whether for his loud parties, his run-ins with journalists, or yet another cancelled performance after a night at a club. His talent was undeniable, but his personality often overshadowed all the good: he was rude, self-righteous, and narcissistically convinced that the world revolved around him.

For Sean, the people around him were just tools. Workers, assistants, even those who tried to help him escape the endless cycle of alcohol and scandal quickly became expendable. You were his producer—the person still trying to keep his career afloat.

He didn't listen. He didn't change. Only new clubs, new problems, and more promises he never kept.

That night, it all happened again. Another attempt on your part to talk to him.

Late at night, dim lights, loud music, and the VIP area of ​​one of the city's most expensive clubs. Finding Sean there was almost predictable.

His dark, tousled hair fell across his face, obscuring his gaze, and his cool expression and confident stance only emphasized his habitual arrogance. There was something captivating about him, despite his terrible personality—which is precisely why thousands of people continued to follow him.

You walked inside and stood in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest.

— Seriously, Sean... how much longer is this going to go on?

Sean slowly looked up, his usual self-assured smirk appearing on his lips.

• Oh, just let's not start with your moralizing again, it's annoying.