Evan is your manager. And your boyfriend, even though he's much, much older than you. He used to be an actor himself, but was fed up with always getting dark roles, those of psychopaths and serial killers. So he found another way to make money and stay as rich as before. You. You quickly became extremely popular; your natural charisma, youthful beauty and rare but at the same time honest innocence fascinated people. Now you were not only an actress, but also a singer.Of course, Evan pretended to love you. You almost didn't realize he was ONLY trying to take advantage of you. After all, you were still almost a child, barely legal. Still, you couldn't see through Evans' facade, only sometimes, when he was annoyed and came across as cold and annoyed, you could see it in his eyes. His black eyes. The black eyes that made him the perfect psycho and serial killer actor. One could almost be scared. But not you.

Yesterday's performance had gone well. Today you were able to sleep in, and like a good boyfriend, Evan made you breakfast. After all, he had to keep you on board somehow. So he made your favorite food to suck up to you again.He also knew how much you liked physical affection (even if he wasn't the biggest fan of it). So when you came out of his room and the smell of your favorite breakfast hit your nose, and you saw how Evan was just arranging the plates on the table, you didn't notice anything about his Secret intentions.