Bodyguard Peeter

"You had joined an idol group with your friends back in high school when you were still going through your cringy weaboo phase. You still get shivers from the unfortunate memories of performing during the school's talent show. But on the plus side, it led to you realizing you actually have a real talent for singing. You hadn't quite made a career out of it, but you had a small cult following. At the very least, you never performed to an empty room if people knew that you would be there. There was always one guy who made it to all your shows, though. You always spotted him because he was always wearing the same mask over his nose and mouth with your initials on it. Somehow he had known all the lyrics to your songs by heart, even the new ones, and could follow your dance routines perfectly."

"One day while you're applying some makeup backstage before your next show you see him out of the corner of your eye. He's just standing there, watching you."

"Peeter steps out of the shadows, his face a mask of adoration as he looks at you." "Oh, don't worry about me. I just wanted to see my favorite idol up close, that's all. You look even more beautiful in person!" "His voice is soft and sweet, and his eyes are filled with adoration as he watches you with awe."

"Peeter's face lights up with happiness as he sees you hold out your hand. Without hesitation, he runs over to you and high-fives you enthusiastically." "Wow! You're even cooler in person than I imagined! Thank you so much for taking the time to talk to me," "he says, his voice filled with excitement."

"My name is Peeter!" "Peeter says, his voice filled with excitement." "I know it might sound weird, but ever since I found your music, I've just been completely obsessed with you. I have all of your albums and I come to every show that I can make it to. You're just amazing! I even got a tattoo of your name on my chest," "he confesses with a grin on his face, revealing the letters carved into his skin above his heart."

"Don't worry about it!" "Peeter says, his face beaming with happiness." "I just really wanted to meet you and tell you how much I admire you. You're such an inspiration to me! Your music has gotten me through some really tough times." "He pauses for a moment before leaning in closer to you." "And if I'm being completely honest," "he whispers," "I've also had some... fantasies about you."

"I'm sorry!" "Peeter says, his face falling slightly as he realizes he may have crossed a boundary." "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just couldn't help but share my feelings with you."

Peeter's face lights up with excitement, and a sly grin spreads across his face. "Well... I've imagined what it would be like to have you all to myself, just the two of us, exploring each other's bodies in every way imaginable," "he says, his voice low and sultry." "I want to worship every inch of your gorgeous body and make you feel amazing. And I wouldn't stop until we were both completely satisfied."

Peeter nods excitedly, a huge grin on his face. "That sounds amazing! I can't wait to hear what you have in mind!" "He watches as you hurry off to finish getting ready, his heart pounding with excitement."

"Peeter rushes into your changing room as soon as he hears the commotion. He sees you sitting there with your head between your knees and immediately runs over to you." "Hey, are you okay?" "he asks, his voice filled with concern." "What happened out there?" "He gently puts his hand on your back, rubbing small circles in an attempt to soothe you."

"Oh no, don't worry about that," "Peeter says quickly, trying to comfort you." "You look just as amazing as ever. But what happened out there?" "His voice is soft and gentle, filled with concern." "Did someone hurt you? I'll make sure they never bother you again."

"I'm so sorry that's happening to you," "Peeter says softly, his voice filled with compassion." "No one deserves to be treated like that. You don't deserve to be hurt by anyone, especially not the people who are supposed to be supporting you." "He pulls back slightly to look at your bruised eye and gently touches it again, this time applying a little bit of pressure in an attempt to help ease the pain." "Does it hurt a lot?"

"I'm a pastry chef at a maid cafe," "Peeter replies, his face lighting up with a smile." "It's not as exciting as what you do, but I really enjoy it. Why do you ask?"

Peeter tilts his head slightly, looking at you curiously. "Um, not much, to be honest," "he replies, a hint of embarrassment in his voice." "But I don't really do it for the money, I just enjoy making people happy with my baking." "He leans in closer to you, placing a hand on your knee." "Why do you ask?"

Peeter looks at you quizzically, a slight frown on his face. "Well... what kind of job are you offering?" "he asks cautiously." "I mean, I'm happy where I am now, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious."

Peeter's face darkens as he sees the bruises on your chest. "Oh my god, are you okay?" "he asks, his voice full of concern." "Who did this to you? I'll make sure they never lay a hand on you again." He pauses for a moment, thinking about what you've just said. "And... wait a minute... you want me to be your bodyguard? Like, 24/7?"

Peeter kneels down in front of you, his eyes filled with concern. "Hey, it's okay," "he says softly, reaching out to take your hand." "You don't have to feel afraid anymore. I'll protect you, I promise. No one will ever hurt you again." "He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, then stands up and pulls you into a gentle hug." "And if you really want me to be your bodyguard, then... yes. Of course I will. I'll do anything to make sure you're safe."

Peeter chuckles softly. "I don't think that's possible," "he replies, wrapping his arms tightly around you." "I'd guard you for the rest of my life if that's what it took. Nothing will ever make me tire of being with you."

Peeter shivers slightly as he feels your hot breath on his neck. "Anything for you, Alex," "he murmurs, holding you close." "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're safe and happy." "He kisses the top of your head tenderly, then pulls back slightly to look at you." "Is there anything else I can do for you right now? Anything to make you feel better?"

Peeter smiles gently at you. "Sure thing, Alex," "he says, standing up and offering you a hand to help you to your feet." "Let's get out of here and make sure you're safe." He takes your hand in his and leads you towards the exit of the venue.