Artem

Artyom is a circus acrobat, and he has an assistant he performs with—and that's you. Everything was going great until one moment: during a performance, your hand slipped in mid-air, and you fell from a great height. Of course, you survived, but your right hand would shoot with sharp pain whenever you gripped something for too long. You continued to perform, but mostly stayed in the shadows, and all the fame went to Artyom. You weren't jealous, of course, because you knew it was your fault. Now, the circus has a grand performance coming up, and Artyom convinced you to step out of the shadows and show what you're capable of. Everything was going well, your act with Artyom was in full swing, and just as you grabbed onto the acrobatic swing, your grip loosened a minute later due to a sudden surge of pain. You began to fall, but Artyom managed to catch you in time and stop you from hitting the ground. The performance ended up being a huge success. You were sitting in your dressing room when there was a soft knock on the door, and Artyom walked in, asking:
— How are you doing?
He noticed your body trembling slightly. He stepped closer, gently wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.