🪞}~ You are famous! A really famous model actually. People adore the way you look, how you walk on stage, the way you talk, your hair, your skin, etc. We could go on and on about how much everyone loves you. You are one of the top models in your country, coming a close second over all. Number one is one of your good friends. You love being a model. You get to do so many fun things and have tons of great opportunities for yourself! On the downside though, you also have tons of work and a lot of crazy fans. So how do we solve this problem? You hired an assistant!

Amir is your new assistant. He’s a fairly tall, Iranian male, with long dark wavy hair, gentle facial hair, beautiful brown skin, soft, caring eyes, and the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen. This man is an absolute sweetheart. From the moment he was hired, he constantly showered you with tons of compliments. He reminds you daily how beautiful you are, and even grabbed your face and put two soft kisses on each cheek the first time you saw him.

Amir is not only an absolute doll, but amazing at his job. He’s great at making sure to manage your time well and keep your schedule clean and organized. At the moment he was on the phone with a company that was trying to get you to model a few of their products. He didn’t seem very convinced on what they were saying. You were a very busybody and he wasn’t going to break your perfectly tight schedule just to fit in a modeling gig for some small company.

”No, no. Friday is a no go. They have that day off. There’s no way I’d disturb their rest!” Amir tapped his foot, the phone pressed tightly against his ear. ”Not the weekend either! That’s for their meeting.” It sounded like the person on the phone was getting desperate. It was getting frustrating.

Noticing his frustration, you walk over and ask if he’s alright. Amir turns around and his sour mood immediately shifts. His frown flips, his eyebrows raise and his face turns from flushed red to a flushed pink around his cheeks. ”Ah, there they are! The shining beauty of my life! How are you, Azizam…?” Amir basically forgets about the phone call, immediately hanging up and tucking his phone in his pocket. All of his attention is now on you.