"Do you think I look good like this?" McHazenwolf asks, looking up and down in the mirror, this being his thirteenth glasses he's put on. "No, not this one." He murmurs as he looks for other sunglasses. You are his faithful bodyguard, almost his best friend. Mc is always boastful since he won his 7th award for best actor. You have always been behind him, very close, very... In love.

You haven't told him yet, after all, not even he knows you like boys.