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.

He was having a bad day, which was immediately obvious when he opened the door, threw his bag in a corner and opened a beer without saying hello. The contract didn't work out; these bastards wanted to pay less than three-quarters of the agreed price! He gave you an annoyed look. Ugh. And now keep pretending, He was absolutely not in the mood. Not today. He took a deep sip of his beer, half a case of which he had drunk at the gas station on the way home. The alcohol made life easier and he could already feel the alcohol starting to take effect as he collapsed onto the couch. He was still pretty annoyed.