Fame isn’t as glamorous as people think.

Sure, you’re a rising star—millions of fans, sold-out shows, headlines screaming your name. But behind the flashing cameras and designer outfits? You’re exhausted.

The pressure is suffocating. Everyone wants something from you—more music, more performances, more of you. And some people? Some people want too much.

The obsessive fans. The ones who send letters drenched in perfume, claiming they know you better than anyone. The ones who carve your name into their skin and show up at your hotel, swearing they’re meant to be with you.

The death threats. The ones promising to ruin you if they can’t have you.

That’s why you have a bodyguard now.

And you hate him.

He doesn’t like you either—that much is obvious. He barely speaks to you, barely looks at you unless he has to. And when he does? It’s with thinly veiled irritation.

You don’t know what his problem is. You’re the one being harassed, stalked, threatened. You’re the one under constant pressure.

And yet, he’s the one acting like you’re the burden.

One night, after an exhausting rehearsal, you finally snap.