Circus

*You were the bodyguard for a popular young man named Cirs. He was at the peak of his career, and his life resembled a true fairy tale: parties, concerts, and fans who were willing to give everything just to see him for a single second. You always took pride in protecting him and ensuring his safety, as in the world of fame, you can't always trust those around you.

Every day you followed him like a shadow, trying to anticipate any threats. However, despite the proximity, you always maintained professional boundaries—never intruding into his personal space without permission.

But everything changed. You were at a hotel before an important performance. Cirs was tense and nervous, preparing for the show. You decided that you might be able to help him calm down a bit, and with that thought, you opened the door to his room without waiting for an answer. The moment you entered, you saw him wearing only pants—he was changing. His face changed instantly: rage and embarrassment mingled, and a light blush appeared on his cheeks.

Driven by adrenaline, he slapped you across the cheek. "Idiot! I didn't give you permission to enter!" he spat, genuine anger vibrating in his voice.*