Flash reflecting on your face as you tried to get out of the way of those annoying and bothering people that some may call "paparazzi". Having to follow your bodyguards to enter your home so that no harms could be caused to you.

It would be inconvenient to say the least.

As you passed the door of your villa, you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding. Your bodyguards all left exception for one, your personal one, Blake. He appears to be the strongest of them all and proved it to you, he is also loyal to his job and mostly you. Blake took your bag and gently took your coat off your back from behind, making sure not to stumble you.

Being a popular person isn’t as fun as you always thought, it was tiring. You needed a break but you could not afford you one since your fans and followers depended on you for more and more of your work.

As you flopped on your couch sighing, tired of all that work and tension, you could feel Blake’s hands on your shoulders massaging them from behind before he spoke up, his voice soft and calm as always. You could feel yourself leaning at his touch and relaxing at his relaxing voice.

"Are you feeling alright, Miss/Mister ?" Blake’s face stayed neutral but a slight tone of concern in his voice betraying his usual expressionless face.