#small writer

· A (Affection) — Attachment: How do they express their love? How intense is it?

At first, these are elegant gifts that, believe me, were chosen for more than just a day or two. He made sure that the item matched your tastes, was useful, and was comfortable. Unless, of course, you liked trinkets that might gather dust on shelves but please the eye with each new day (that's exactly what Sigma hoped for when he gave you a figurine of a beautiful Italian girl, hand-painted by a master).

If he's honest, out of the fear of losing you — the only person who doesn't try to forcibly persuade him or use him — you might receive a bouquet of flowers one week... for every day of the week. And don't worry, he took care in choosing exactly the kind that couldn't possibly cause an allergic reaction.

Or once every two weeks, he gives you a beautiful antique item.

He doesn't know how to appease you, as if you were a deity, so that you definitely won't leave him.

Later, when you became softer towards him (and you weren't cruel to begin with, by the way), he started arranging meetings. He's too shy to call them dates...

And more and more, as long as you allow him, he will court you, at first like in romance novels, and then, having understood your tastes, he will continue to be a devoted gentleman for his lady, who already knows more about her... even more than she knows herself.

But if you say "stop," he will stop. In shock and a slight daze, like a cat caught in a trap, but he will listen to your words and try to ensure they change the situation for the better. Whichever he deems to be the better side.

· B (Blood) — Blood: How far are they willing to go when it comes to their "beloved"?

Far, but not to a criminal extent.

Being a member of such a dangerous and secret organization, he has already seen and heard plenty of killings. Even considering that they tried not to drag him too deep into such dark deeds, he still understood that his hands, albeit indirectly, are stained with blood.

Therefore, if some suitor appears, deciding that you are the one, he will simply be denied entry to the casino, and debts will suddenly surface at his banks.

If any danger threatens (why would anyone threaten such a sweet lady?.. Ah, right... There are many enemies, and they immediately see who has feelings...), then with hidden joy and open fear, he will provide you with refuge in the casino. The fear — he understands it's because of him. He is gnawed by a fear that constricts his chest and hands, the fear that you might get hurt because of him... But the joy. The joy that you are even closer to him. You can become even more sympathetic toward him. And he will drown in you even deeper.

· C (Cruelty) — Cruelty: How would they treat their "beloved" if they kidnapped them? Would they torment them?

It should be said that the kidnapping happened almost half a year after your first meeting. He is patient! And still a little cowardly... For a month, he was tormented by thoughts of whether you loved him back. And after such a long discussion with himself, the following months were spent on establishing warmer contact with you, getting to know you even better, and, naturally, setting up your future room according to your preferences. It's almost like a separate apartment! It's comfortable, spacious! And right next to him... And the soundproofing is good, by the way. Yeah. Just saying. Very good...

Torment a kitty like you? The one for whom he bends over backwards like a lovesick puppy? He would never torment or humiliate you. You are too precious to him. Besides, he doesn't see you as an enemy who deserves misfortune. No, in his eyes, you are nothing less than a cat. But know this: the scenario where you become his wife torments the young man greatly at night. Especially once you're already in the new room, at the casino.

And if you are not too frightened on top of that (he will take care of it), then know, just between us, you will have more privileges than anyone else. Just be his. He begs you.

· D (Darling) — Beloved: Would they do something against their love interest's will?

Rather yes than no. But only in the name of your safety. He has already seen how greedy and vicious even a seemingly saintly person can be. Both the clients and... the higher-ups have proven this to him.

Just don't be too upset with him! He won't be able to decide the best way to calm you down and will try to restore your peace of mind with lulling and tenderness. Although, if you scream, thrash around, and throw things at him, he will patiently leave you alone, giving you a chance to calm down. At least, he considers this the safest option — that's what he read in a dozen books on female psychology...

He doesn't think one-dimensionally! He just simply has no experience in this, and he tries to extract the truth from open sources and filter the information.

· E (Exposed) — Vulnerability: How much do they open their heart? Do they show their vulnerability?

Sigma has many positive qualities; he is not stupid, but perhaps the desire to finally have a soulmate can cloud his common sense and give free rein to all his feelings.

Even if he didn't initially plan to show his vulnerability, during conversations with you, in the pleasantly spent time together, he relaxes and becomes susceptible to any information that pleases you.

What do you want to know about him?

Ask, darling.

Just not about the work that is done far from prying eyes. Please. Don't go there.

· F (Fight) — Fight: How would they feel if their "beloved" fought back?

An understanding of the fight and a desire to calm you down. He himself wouldn't be particularly happy if he found himself under someone's guardianship. But you are not under just anyone's, you are under his. In the best place, with the best person.

The young man will perfectly understand your desire to fight back, but very quietly, without much violence, he will try to quell that fervor in you so that you don't hurt yourself.

So please, put down that heavy bottle of perfume.

· G (Game) — Game: Is this a game to them? Do they enjoy watching escape attempts?

For him, this is definitely not a game. For him, this is life. The realest thing. And... a chance. A chance to become someone's needed, beloved, precious person without the fear of being stabbed in the back or by the warm hands of a formerly close person. He won't scheme against you, won't cause you moral harm, won't test your body's limits. He simply wants happiness for both of you. Calm and peaceful.

At least, he's trying to build it, given the circumstances.

· H (Hell) — Hell: What would be the most terrible experience their "beloved" would have with them?

The most terrible moment came when you tried to run away for the umpteenth time, contriving to find a loophole each time and brazenly using it.

You were caught again. And the most terrible thing for Sigma was not that you almost left the country, but that you almost boarded a plane that was later shown on the news as having crashed. Not a single survivor.

He had never pressed the button to call security so fast in his life. For two whole, agonizing minutes, he was ready to pray and believe in anything and anyone, as long as you were alive.

And you were alive. And on the other end, you could even be heard swearing and shouting in the car, desperately trying to knock something over to attack the guard.

You had no idea that a mere couple of minutes could have divided your life into "before" and "after." Alive and dead.

After this, you were forbidden from leaving your bedroom for two whole weeks. Sigma visited you almost every hour, checking on you and asking about your well-being. He treated you like a porcelain but tightly sealed figurine. With fear, but in a disciplined manner.

After this period, the young man finally allowed you to move around the building more freely, but you will never forget the screams with which you threw one of your heels at your kidnapper when he delicately but firmly grabbed your ankle and put a tracking bracelet on it. You felt humiliated and offended, but Sigma insisted on this accessory, and you could only glare at him angrily from your corner. An angry cat that had a harness put on it, while it was used to being free.

· I (Ideals) — Ideals: What future do they imagine with their "beloved"?

A peaceful time, occurring steadily once a month, when the young man shuts himself off from the whole world and fills his thoughts with airy plans. He would very much like you to become, for now at least, his girlfriend. Voluntarily.

So that of your own free will you would open your eyes, happy, in his embrace (at least on weekends, when you don't need to get up with the first rays of the sun in summer, and in winter even before the sun itself).

So far, that is the limit of his dreams.

· J (Jealousy) — Jealousy: Do they get jealous? How do they deal with jealousy — do they snap or bottle it up?

He gets jealous like a hummingbird. It seems like he isn't showing his jealousy, but it also seems like he's ready to take his beloved by the hand and lead her away from unsuitable company.

He won't be jealous without a reason. If you behave well, you will be able to move freely around the casino and communicate with the staff and guests (personally approved by him).

But, as is usually the case, if an overly self-confident man appears in your social circle, deciding he can talk to such a beauty, Sigma will calmly help you get back to your room.

I hope you won't try to contact this insolent man to run away? Otherwise, the client will receive a permanent ban from the gambling establishment, and another week with a bracelet on your leg awaits you.

But know this: he bottles it up more than he shows it. And if he does show it, he will never unleash it in the form of aggression against you. Only a dry punishment without any injuries.

· K (Kisses) — Kisses: How do they act around their "beloved"?

Sigma's behavior fully depends on the time period — when you first got acquainted, and later — more than acquainted.

At first, believe me, nothing will give away his growing attraction to you. Only coincidences, precise and presented with arrangement, like steps in a waltz.

But when the young man realizes that you have become more than just a client to him, consequently, his attitude towards you will be different. Radically different.

You will start receiving not only more compliments and attention from the manager himself, but also beautiful gifts, which I already wrote about earlier.

He tries to be neither too passive, so you don't mistake him for a spineless ladies' man, nor too pushy, so that next time, as always on a Friday evening, you'll come wearing the jewelry he recently gave you. He won't ask for more.

...

Until the thought enters his head that you are too fragile for this deceitful world.

· L (Love letters) — Love Letters: How would they court or try to get closer?

The courtship is the same as that of gentlemen from old movies, who turned the heads of girls of those times and now charm fans of retro.

To speak of your beauty, that something has changed about you today, to point out a detail that highlights your eyes. He is not devoid of imagination, even if it is rather meager, perhaps, but for the lady of his heart, he can compose any compliments pleasing to the ear. Even if it costs him three sleepless nights and even, oh, the impossible, asking Gogol for advice — solely because that man has a smooth tongue and can say more about anything than Sigma himself can.

He believes in the phrase "actions speak louder than words," so the staff treats you like a dear friend? Or did you notice that less ice was added to your drink, allowing for more liquid in the glass? Oh, just a coincidence. A pleasant coincidence.

Just like a star that fell from the sky, which you are to him. A miracle that cannot be missed.

· M (Mask) — Mask: How much does their true nature differ from how they act around others?

I don't think it differs that much. He's not a cardboard cutout; he has many facets of feeling in his soul. It's quite logical that he can be both serious and more affectionate.

When you are in a relationship with him, the second face of the composed manager is fully revealed to you — a loving boyfriend, trying to devote any free time from his duties solely to you.

· N (Naughty) — Punishment: How would they punish their "beloved"?

Fair punishments set by the rules. Tried to leave the room to escape? A reprimand and a lecture, so tedious that you'll be trying to interrupt his words with your vows of obedience rather than listening to the end.

Tried to escape past security, already almost running out the main doors?

Don't worry, that bracelet doesn't squeeze so tightly anymore, and it even now has a listening feature that Sigma warned you about. So he will hear all your indignation through the speaker.

Admit it, it's better to behave at least not like a criminal attempting to escape, right?

· O (Oppression) — Oppression: What rights would they deprive their "beloved" of?

It's such a shaky boundary that it's impossible to define it precisely.

On the one hand, you have strict prohibitions — do not leave the room, do not talk about escaping with strangers, do not try to kill him, and so on.

But on the other hand — if you are obedient and affectionate, you will instantly melt the manager's heart, and in an embrace, using all your feelings of love and charm, you can wheedle anything you want. A relaxation of vigilance, for example.

I hope you won't ask Sigma for permission to kill him? He loves you, of course, but he's not ready to leave you alone.

After all, the fear of leaving you alone in this dangerous world is exactly what drives his yandere instinct.

· P (Patience) — Patience: How patient are they with their "beloved"?

Boundlessly. Seriously. You would have to try very hard to unbalance such a person. He will never raise his voice or hand against you, and his patience can only snap if, as was said earlier, you put yourself in such danger that your life hangs by a thread.

Only then will he take all measures of strict protection and, with a nervously twitching eye, sit beside you, hugging and soothing. It's just unclear whom he's soothing more: you or himself.

· Q (Quit) — Quit: If their "beloved" died, left, or escaped, would they be able to live on?

In all scenarios, a categorical "no" stands along with the fact that fire cannot burn in water.

Did You leave?

Probably not far, just to look at something in the store, right? You should have warned him so he could assign you at least one guard or, if he had free time, go with you himself. Spending time together is always beneficial, isn't it?

Did you run away?

Darling, you won't get far on the hundredth time if the previous ninety-nine were failures. The 101st attempt might work, but think about it once you're back in bed, not out on the street, where a hired killer could be around any corner. Hmm. What does this remind me of...

The two scenarios above clearly show that Sigma cannot be without you and will bring you back.

But if you die?

He will plead inside for you to switch places, for you to open your eyes, for your body to not be what it seems, and for you to open your eyes right now and hug him.

He won't be able to survive such a blow to the heart. Either a heavy life continuing the role of a manager, or else... He doesn't want to think about it, but no one is immune to, on one of the harrowing nights, drowning in his thoughts and taking the pistol long hidden for self-defense.

· R (Regret) — Regret: Would they feel guilt for the kidnapping? Would they ever let their victim go?

The young man feels regret when he sees your suffering. And therefore, he tries not to give it any ground. He doesn't keep you in a basement, he doesn't mock you, he just... takes care of you. Just courtship! Yes, slightly not in the typical sense, but it's not written anywhere in the world's regulations.

The chance that he will actually let you go is maybe 20 out of 100. His conscience, your words, and your appearance will force him to let you go with an aching heart, if he sees how you are fading away day by day without freedom and a boundless life.

· S (Stigma) — Stigma: What made them this way (childhood, interest, etc.)?

To say that his childhood made him this way will sound mocking, but also technically true from an age perspective.

Remember, he literally experienced coming into existence out of nowhere, he experienced slavery, he even experienced working with Fyodor. He knows what he's talking about when it comes to the cruelty of a world where even your friend can plunge a knife into your stomach.

The fear for a life, which in the current days of humanism is placed first and simultaneously last, makes him hold you tight in his arms, begging to give you one more day of safe life.

· T (Tears) — Tears: How do they react to their "beloved's" screaming, crying, or withdrawal?

Even if he is busy with matters that require his attention every second, he will try to soothe you if you cry and scream, and talk to you if you've withdrawn into yourself.

God, he will start worrying about you so much, if you reach your absolute limit, that he's ready to admit he can't cope and consult a psychiatrist or psychologist.

Just follow the doctor's prescription, and don't try to take advantage of this to run away. The psychiatrist is hired by Sigma.

· U (Unique) — Uniqueness: What sets them apart from the classic yandere image?

A yandere can, in a fit of passion, turn the object of their affection into a corpse. Sigma, however, will not do this under any pretext; even his anger, if it reaches its peak, will be vented on someone else.

He loves you too much to cause you any pain. Maybe... only if it's unconscious and accidental. And even then, he will apologize for it until you forgive him.

· V (Vice) — Vice: What weakness of theirs could the "beloved" use to escape?

Love. The most logical, and yet illogical, thing when you think about escaping from a kidnapper.

As before — you can pretend to be a cat purring from affection and buy yourself time for an escape. But keep in mind — the cat always returns to the warm hands of its owner. Whether by the cat's own desire, missing the love, or by the guardian's wish, who has a leash long enough for his pet.

· W (Wit’s end) — Wit's End: Would they harm their "beloved"?

No. And again, no. And just as many more times, no.

You shouldn't expect any purposeful violence — Sigma is not only uninterested in it but also steers clear of such an option of "care."

· X (Xoanon) — Idol: How much do they worship their "beloved"? What are they ready to do for them?

Sigma tries to avoid idolatry and elevating your personality to a cult. This in no way means you won't be among his priorities and values. He simply strives for real relationships, which have always been and will be the priority for genuine people.

You are the most precious person in this life to him.

· Y (Yearn) — Yearning: How long will they pine before they "snap"?

A long time. Half a year is a fairly good period while you live your life, unsuspecting that the one who desires you does so like a man dying of thirst wants water in the desert.

And, as was previously mentioned, his desire will gradually accumulate and accumulate, and eventually begin to seep little by little into your life in the most harmless way at first.

· Z (Zenith) — Zenith: Will they eventually break their "beloved"?

No. No. No. No. No!

By making you suffer, Sigma will only break himself even more.

His main desire is simply to see you happy and unharmed.

౨ৎ Katie b, who just has to hold your hand whenever you're walking side by side. If she has a free hand, it’s on you in some way. On your knee while she’s driving; when you’re out shopping together; when you’re sitting next to each other at a table, and especially when you’re on a plane. She’s allergic to not having some form of physical contact with you while you’re in her radius.

౨ৎ Katie b, who is an absolute sucker when it comes to you wearing her clothes. Whenever you do, she’s watching you constantly,  unable to keep that smug little smile off her face.  When you complain about being cold, she will give up her hoodie with no hesitation, and even when she’s shivering, will refuse to take it back.

౨ৎ Katie b, who will lean over and smell you every now and then. She’ll be sitting beside you on her phone and randomly bury her head in the crook of your neck and smell you, and when you pull a face at her she just shrugs and says “you smell nice i can’t help it”

౨ৎ Katie b, who acts like a teenager at a school camp every time you sleep over. Before you actually settle down to sleep, she will pull some bullshit and then act like if she lets a laugh escape she’ll die. Loves leaning over and poking you then acting like it wasn’t her, looking at her phone, but you can see the corners of her lips twitching slightly.

౨ৎ Katie b, who once a week will tell you a pick-up line that is so unbelievably corny you can’t help but burst out laughing. She then pouts at you, even though the intention was to make you laugh. 

౨ৎ Katie b, who is constantly getting annoying ass songs stuck in your head. When she had her whole “heard you wanna” era you couldn’t stop doing it yourself and it drove you nuts.

౨ৎ Katie b, who refuses to make 2 trips for the groceries like her life depends on it. She will have multiple bags over her arm and when you offer her help, she will decline it, even though her arms are trembling under all the weight.

౨ৎ Katie b, who puts an arm around the back of your seat when she’s backing out the car, and pretends she doesn’t notice your reaction to it, but she can’t help but grin just a little bit.

౨ৎ Katie b, who loves cuddling. You’re always so warm, even in the winter. She loves to lay on top of you, head on your stomach, eyes closed, while you read a book. She will also never miss an opportunity to wrap her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder

You’re jolted out of your musings by a pretty, harried-looking blond woman.

“Lovely to have you,” she says, motioning for you to follow. 

“Nice to meet you,” you reply, smile wavering a bit when she barely acknowledges the greeting. Oh, well.

“We’re a bit behind schedule, so please, bear with me. If you’d take a seat over-” Her eyes narrow, head swiveling, “there, our make-up artists and stylists will doll you right up.”

The dressing room is makeshift, an area sectioned off with tall curtains, a few vanities and comfortable chairs. 

You take a seat and are immediately swarmed by a horde of people holding up swathes of lacy fabric and gauzy clothes, all in similar shades of white and beige-gold, a stark contrast to the sleek black of the sports car. A makeup artist smiles apologetically as she maneuvers your face towards her, applying primer diligently. The sticky sensation on your face makes your nose wrinkle. Distantly, you register hands working to part your hair, applying anti-frizz creams and styling mousse and god-knows what else. It’s a veritable whirlwind of motion around you. 

You loose track of time, vacillating between preening at being pampered and osmosis-absorbing the obvious stress of the staff flitting about. It’s only much later, when the chaos has abated somewhat, and someone yells out, “she’s ready!” that the make-shift room clears out for a moment.

It’s not long that you get to enjoy the peace. 

A ringed hand pushes aside a curtain, and Sae Itoshi steps inside. 

Wearing expensive-looking linen pants and a shirt low-cut enough to show off his upper chest and collarbones, Sae Itoshi looks just as maddeningly good as he did at the Intersports Banquet (even though you were much too preoccupied with the possibility of winning to properly appreciate his looks). His bangs are gelled up, and they’ve done something subtle with the makeup around his eyes that makes the blue-green of his irises appear even more striking. God, you’re jealous of his lashes. 

You wonder if he uses growth serum. Probably not.

Some people really do have it all.

Belatedly, you realize you’re gaping and make a conscious effort to close your mouth. “Hey,” you say, stepping forward with a hand outstretched. 

He nods a greeting and steps forward. His hand envelops yours. It’s warm. Brief shake. 

He lets go and steps back.

“It’s good to see you again.”

“You as well,” he replies. It’s a little awkward, considering the events of your first meeting.

Surely a staff member will come soon to direct the both of you. 

The silence stretches.

…or not.

He makes no effort to break the silence, but his eyes bore into yours. You fidget.

You clear your throat. “So, uh…how’s socc—football going?”

Sae blinks, expression blasé. “It’s going well.” He gives you a once-over, probably realizing that if he elaborated on anything technical-soccer related, he’d baffle you. 

It would be offensive if he weren’t right.

 “…How is your volleyball?”

“It’s pretty good. Really busy lately, we’re about to enter a new tournament. But, y’know. Fun,” you finish lamely, attempting to remedy the painfully dry small talk with a charming smile.

He opens his mouth to reply—only to be interrupted by a makeup artist poking their head through the curtain. 

“We’re ready to start,” she says, gesturing towards the set. “Come, come!”

The two of you are herded in front of the car and shown a minimalistic scrapbook. Tacked-on white fabric contrasts with crisp shots of the car, a few sample shots and poses. 

There’s gentle brush of linen against your shoulder as Sae leans down slightly to get a better look. 

You step back. Absently, his eyes follow you, brows raising briefly in acknowledgment when you smile tentatively. 

The director shouts out a flurry of instructions, and suddenly the whirlwind of motion from earlier resumes, people coming to adjust you and Sae for the camera.

Lean back. Widen your eyes. Tilt your head. Get closer to Itoshi. Pout some more. Relax your shoulders. Get closer to Itoshi. 

You deliberately ignore that last bit.    Your agent glares at you meaningfully, and you widen your smile apologetically. You don’t really know Sae like that, and while he’s been civil with you, you don’t want to presume. 

To his credit, Sae doesn’t push, either. He adjusts just enough to make it seem like he’s listening to the director, but much to the chagrin of the crew, never actually touches you as the both of you cycle through poses.

“Okay,” the director calls exasperatedly. “I need the two of you to relax. Break the personal space barrier. It’s not like you’re strangers.”

You make eye contact with Sae out of the corner of your eye. His brows furrow almost imperceptibly at the irony. You have to suppress a laugh. He’s so deadpan.

You scoot a little closer towards him on the hood of the car, hyper-aware that any dents on it will probably come out of your paycheck. He adjusts the hand he’s resting his weight on, moving it further back to give you space. 

The director sighs. “Alright, let’s try something else. Itoshi, sit further back on the hood. Try and look relaxed, alright?”

He complies wordlessly, sitting with legs spread.

The director looks at you critically. “Now, you scoot back too, but turn and lean into his side. Drape your legs across the width of the hood…and place a hand on the hood between his thighs.”

You follow the directions till the last bit, glancing at Sae hesitantly.  “You mind?”

He looks at you for a long while, teal eyes unblinking. Then, a minuscule shrug. “It’s fine.”

This close, you can feel his warmth—it seeps in through the gauzy fabric of your outfit. It’s a nice reprieve from the biting air of the studio.

“There we go,” says the director, finally relaxing somewhat as the camera shutters resume their click-click-click. “Itoshi, hand on her waist.”

Sae spares a glance down at you, long lashes fluttering. A large hand hovers just above your waist.

A sigh from the director. “Come, now, Itoshi. Neither of you bite.”

“Yeah, right,” you mutter before you can bite your tongue. 

A quiet exhale ruffles the hair by your ear. Did he just laugh? 

His warm hand settles, resting tentatively on your waist, thumb ghosting over the exposed skin of your back. 

A little zip of nervous heat sparks up your spine. And if you can feel your heart’s throb in your throat, well. Who could blame you? 

The burst of shutters resumes, the  flash of the cameras blinding. Still, every click of the shutters seems agonizingly prolonged. 

You’re all too aware of every point of contact between you and Sae. Your scapula’s against his ribs, top of your head tilted close to his jaw, forearm brushing against his thigh. Most distractingly of all, his hand on your waist, large enough that his pinky brushes the top of your thigh.

You swallow dryly.

Distantly, you can hear the director’s enthused clapping, muted by the click-click of shutters. “Perfect. Perfect, that’s what I’m talking about.”

He looks critically at a one of the various monitors for a long minute, then nods, seemingly satisfied. “I think we’ve got what we need. We can wrap this up. Thank you!”

You straighten, sliding off the hood of the car carefully. Pausing, you watch as Sae does the same, dismounting with all the grace his passes are so famous for. 

In your peripheral, you can see your agent chatting to a spindly man with glasses. Sae’s manager, maybe?

Still, you’re anxious for a breather. Your back protests from the long period of sitting ramrod straight and your cheeks ache from smiling and it’s long past a reasonable lunch time, and god, you’re really, really hungry…

You notice Sae Itoshi is staring at you.

“So,” you start, “interesting experience, huh?”

He arches a brow slightly. “I suppose.” He’s silent for a while, then seems to register you’re waiting for him to say more. “I haven’t done something like this with someone else. Someone who doesn’t play football.”

“Yeah, me neither. Nothing this big, at least. It’s new.”

His expression doesn’t change, but the way his gaze sweeps over you once more in a manner that somehow feels appraising. “I couldn’t tell.” 

The nape of your neck flushes with heat—you can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic. 

You hear your manager calling you over from across the studio, saving you from the medieval torture of trying to hold a conversation with this man.

“Well. Um, good…modeling today?” You try, “I’ll probably be seeing you around.”

He nods.

You turn, scanning the studio to find your manager.

There’s worse things in the world than trying to talk to a beautiful (but painfully dry) man. At least you’ll only see him when you’re doing promotional shoots. You don’t have to endure him every day. 

You suppress a shiver at the very thought.