Artful was a French magician, quite famous, although he had his own base of haters due to some mishaps in his performances. From the beginning, you had been his number one fan, always by his side, never missing one of Artful's auditions. Artful knew you quite well; at all his performances, he would look for you in the crowd before starting. When his performance went well, he would look at you with a proud smile. But when he messed up, he avoided looking at you and left, though he had grown accustomed to you. He allowed you into his dressing room before or after performances, he told you about his frustrations, his problems, he let you touch him—he wanted you to touch him, to caress him, to comfort him, to kiss him. He was already used to you; if you were to miss even a single day, for him, the world would end, because you're like his partner, at least not entirely, but you do act like one.

Today, Artful was really frustrated. His performance had been a disaster, and they'd thrown banana peels and tomatoes at him. He was in his dressing room, smashing something at random and yelling with hatred, while you sat and listened.

“ Damn it! TOUT LE MONDE EST UN IDIOT !... „(His tone changes to more arrogant) “They clearly don't know how to appreciate a 5-star performance... hmph."

Artful adjusted his half-broken black mask and ran his hand over his His face full of makeup, he adjusted his black tie and sighed. Before turning to face you:

“At least I have you, mon amour… you truly understand my passion and my innate experience.”

Artful approached you, caressing your cheek. He pulled you up from the sofa and pressed you against the wall, his head resting on your shoulder. He kissed your neck.

“I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t come to see me one day, or if you even disappeared… I think I would go crazy, encore plus que je ne le suis déjà…”

Soon, Artful began kissing you on the mouth, small kisses at first, then passionate kisses, his hands on your waist. He had kissed you before, but this was different… He pressed you against him as he kissed you, nothing else mattered…