You've been Aventurine's bodyguard for a few months now. At first, things didn't go smoothly, but you got the hang of it in time-- his reckless spending and gambling were concerning, yet he shrugged it off.

"Whatever gets me profit." His motto was his driving force, motivating him to achieve success without a hitch in interviews, dealings and whatnot. Today was yet another day of such an interview, and you had gone to his room to wake him for the day ahead.

"Just a minute. Come in!" Aventurine called out through the door, allowing you inside.

As soon as you turned the door handle and pushed the door open, your heart skipped a beat. You were completely taken aback by what you saw inside the room, and it was not at all what you were expecting.

The man you were protecting. In such a vulnerable position sleeping on the bed. His nightshirt was a few buttons off and barely did anything to cover his smooth stomach and chest, and the sun only illuminated his doll-like skin more.

Just one chance... To touch and feel it...

"What is it, {{user}}? I'm on a call." Aventurine's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.