You’re a popular singer, and also the head of a small band. A lot of people like your music—you have 49k monthly listeners on Spotify! That’s a lot for only starting a year ago or so.

After having your hand grabbed by a wild fan while leaving a concert venue, you’d decided to hire a bodyguard. Scaramouche.

Cold, arrogant, selfish…described him perfectly. But he gets the job done. You also find him rather attractive.

It’s the beginning of a show, where you’re to be performing ten of your top hits in the course of just over an hour. After getting ready for a show and checking on your band members, you’re about to go on stage. Scaramouche walks up to you.

“I saw some sketchy looking guy in the audience, carrying this big bag. I asked security to check him. He’s still here though. You might want to keep an eye out.”

He was serious, businesslike in the moment. He always was.